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Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1848, 
by THOMAS M. PINKERTON, 

In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of Ohio. 









PREFACE. 


I am aware of my inability to write in a style suffi¬ 
ciently elegant, to gain applause for erudition. My 
education has been very limited, and it is with reluc¬ 
tance that I have permitted this work to appear before 
the public, and my diffidence arose from the belief that 
I was incapable of composing, and arranging my sen¬ 
timents in that perfect manner, in which the world ev¬ 
er expects from an author. Neither did I commence 
writing poetry, with the least expectation of ever hav¬ 
ing it published ;—far otherwise. At different periods, 
as inclination prompted, I have written upon various 
subjects, merely for amusement or recreation, I may 
here say, however, that none of my earliest productions 
are placed in this work and not more than three or fowr 
that were written previous to my marriage. The great¬ 
er part of what I now present to the world, were com¬ 
posed within the last few months, and I seriously be¬ 
lieve, they would have appeared in better form if I had 
been alone while composing them, but on the contrary 
they were all written in the presence of my children.— 
Not unfrequently having to stop in the midst of a line, 
to receive an infant on my knee. Nevertheless, imper¬ 
fect as they may be. 1 trust a generous public will 
pardon whatever errors they may discover, in this effort. 
Neither would I at this time have ventured their pub¬ 
lication, had I not been strongly solicited to do so.— 
Those who may peruse these Poems carefully, I trust 
will not feel altogether uninterested. I have taken 
much delight in placing the beauties of Christianity in 
rhyme, and in this work- I have arranged it so as to 
commence with the Redeemers’ birth, and follow him 
through some of the most prominent circumstances of 
his life, until his ascension, and finally, have painted 
his return as set forth in Revelations. And the residue 
of my pieces follow promiscuously. 














THE AUTHOR’S 

INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS 

TO THE READER. 

To every generous heart I now appeal, 

Who may peruse these feeble lines of mine, 

If aught of truth I’ve sought here to conceal, 

By painting scenes of fancy too sumblime. 

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Not merely fancy, truth hath been my theme, 
Truth, from the sacred page of history, 

And herein written, each and every scene, 

In my weak judgment, leads to piety. 











And if my Book shall fail to please the world, 
Be criticis’d—and scann’d by wiser heads. 

I’ll bear it, with a temper still uncurl’d, 

A conscience void of all offence—none dread’s. 

It has not been my aim to give offence, 

I’ve written only to amuse myself, 

Be then impartial, you may judge from thence, 
My object has been neither fame or pelf. 

My mind reflective, ever sought the truth, 

Busy imagination fills my mind, 

My love for poetry commenc’d in youth, 

Tho’ wife and mother now, the same inclin’d. 

Twere better thus, to spend an idle hour, 

At least, far more congenial to my mind, 

To raise my thoughts in song to the great pow’ 
Than merely chat, to frivolous mirth confin’d. 

And when you read the effort I have made, 

My ideas to arrange in varied rhyme, 

The love of truth, hath been herein displayed, 
This is the object; which I claim as mine. 

My only guide, has been the Bible here, 

And to no other Book, have I refer’d, 

Each piece I’ve writ, original appear, 

By reading which, this truth may be infer’d. 






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THE SAVIOUR’S BIRTH. 

Shepherds were watching in the field, 

To guard their flock’s of sheep, 

When lo an angel there reveal’d; 

Gladtiding’s did repeat. 

Here shone the glory of the Lord, 

Around about their head; 

While listining to the angel’s word, 

These men were sore afraid. 

Fear not; behold I bring you joy, 

Glad tidings great to all; 

A Saviour’s born ; man may enjoy, 

Redemption from the fall. 

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In David’s City; Christ the Lord, 

This day is born to be, 

Saviour to all who keep his word; 

Shiloh the babe; “go see.” 

And find him wrapp’d in swaddling clothes, 

He in a manger’s laid; 

His bed is form’d of humble straws, 

Nor pillow for his head. 

And suddenly a multitude, 

Of angel’s praising God; 

Gave glory in the highest mood, 

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For peace to earth restor’d. 

And in the east appear’d a star, 

To guide the wise men too; 

Before them kept, not moving far, 

Till Bethlehem was in view. 

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And when they came to where the child, 
That was to teach all good, 

They saw, rejoic’d in gladness smil’d, 
The star above him stood. 

Presenting him with gifts of gold. 
Frankincense sweet, and myrrh; 
Exceeding glad the babe behold, 

From Shiloh good infer. 

God choose an humble birth for him, 
That all should humble be, 

Tho’ heir of all things; here he’s seen 
Tho’ rich, in poverty. 









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THE VIRGIN MARY. 

In the beauty of holiness, here will I sing, 

Of Mary the mother of Jesus our King, 

Sweet Virgin all hail! highly favor’d on high, 

To have borne us a Saviour, for sinners to die. 

Thy son is exhalted, a Prince and a King, 

To whom all the nations their honors do bring; 

To whom every knee shall in humbleness bend, 

And crown him as monarch; as saviour and friend. 

Wliereever thy son and his G ospel shall be, 

Sweet Virgin, a wreath shall be woven for thee, 

And when in his glory, Messiah shall come, 

To raise the redeem’d from their tombs to his home. 

Thy soul shall drink in all the holy delight, 

And bask in the beams of his smile ever bright, 

O Virgin and Mother, all hail to thy Son, 
Redeemer, exalted on Heaven’s high throne. 











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CHRIST’S BAPTISM. 


The Lord’s forerunner, John the Baptist came, 
By all believed a Prophet just and true, 

He came to teach, the way prepare, proclaim ; 
The Saviour Christ should soon appear in view. 


And while he taught the promis’d Chiist appears, 
Claiming to be baptiz’d in Jordon’s flood, 

The Lord’s request, ‘abash’d the Prophet hears,” 
And modestly replies, thus, where he stood: 

“Much need have I to be baptized of thee,” 

All prophecy speaks of thy mighty fame; 

Then why my Lord, why contest thou to me I 
Far mightier thou; for Saviour is thy name. 

Still Jesus claim’d the right by John to be 
Baptiz’d. And thus all righteousness fulfil. 

Who would have mock’d Emanuel litre to seel 
This in our day should be remember’d still. 

Straightway they come up out of Jordan’s stream, 
And lo! the Spirit pure, descends like dove, 

And sat upon his head, ’twas plainly seen j 
That God in this Baptism did approve. 


And hear a voice from Heaven, which declares, 
This is my well belov’d Son, hear him, 












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In this the great redeemer here prepares, 

The way for man’s remission from their sins. 

Christ never sinn’d, but knew the Father’s will, 
That in this way remission man should find, 

He this example gave, that others still, 

What he had done might ever keep in mind. 

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CHRIST’S TEMPTATION. 

Jesus the Lord, filled with the Holy Ghost, 
Return’d from Jordon, and was led that way, 
Far in the wilderness; untrod almost, 

By the pure Spirit was he led away. 


Here forty days he tarried without food, 
And did eat nothing in the wilderness; 
And being very hungry, there he stood, 
With keenest appetite; in much distress. 


The tempter came, the Devil saw the Son, 

And fill’d with envy hurried to the place ; 

On mischief bent, man’s enemy swift come, 

He thought by cunning speech to stamp disgrace. 

To stamp disgrace upon the heir of Heaven ; 

His malice plann’d this overthrow for him, 


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Christ’s temptation. 


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He blandly spake, to tempt the Son to sin. 

“Hear the old wiley serpent speak in tone 
As soft as tho’ he were an Angel still; ” 

“if thou be Son of God, command this stone 
To be made bread—it will thy word fulfill.” 

He quickly answer’d in reproving tone 

(For Jesus knew too well the Serpent’s scheme,) 

“Man shall not merely live by bread alone, 

But by the word of God, on high supreme.” 

Then Satan took him to a mountain high, 

And shew’d him all the kingdom’s of the earth; 
All these are mine, that we may here deciy; 
Mine all the glory, and the nation’s worth.” 

“If thou wilt worship me they shall be thine.” 
“Get thee behind me Satan,” said the Son; 

“ ’Tis written, thou shalt worship God divine, 
Him only shalt thou worship, him alone.” 

Here foil’d, he took him to Jerusalem, 

And set him on the Temple’s pinnacle; 

“If thou be Christl cast dawn thyself—and then 
I’ll know the truth—haste and all fear dispel. 

Haste, for his angels shall have charge o’er thee, 
To hold thee up, and keep thee from all harm. 
Fear not the leap; for rescued thou shalt be, 


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Angels shall bear thee up, and death disarm. 

’Tis said thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. 

Thus answer’d the intrepid Son so wise, 

The tempter left him; Satan too well know’d, 

That Christ had penetrated his disguise. 

Full of the spirit, Christ returned again 
To Galilee, ‘‘proof ’gainst all temptation.” 

O’er all the City spread his matchless fame. 

Christ to man as brother is relation. 

Then overcome temptation as he did, 

The weak he’ll strengthen if they ask his aid. 

Hence cast the tempter, “God hath sin forbid,” 

As sons, joint heirs with him in heav’n be made. 


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CHRIST’S SERMON ON THE MOUNT. 

Christ seeing the multitude great; 

A crowd had assembled to hear. 

In the wisdom of Heaven He spake; 

The beauty of holiness clear. 

Blessed are the poor in spirit; 

For their’s is the kingdom of Heaven, 
They shall forever inherit; 

To them immortality’s given. 

Blessed are they all, that do mourn; 
For they shall be comforted soon, 

And they that to righteousness turn; 
My Father and I will them own. 

Blessed are the meek, the humble; 

For they shall inherit the earth. 

For meekness, seldom will stumble, 
Unconscious of pride or of worth. 

Blessed are they which do hunger 
And thirst after righteousness sake: 
They shall be filled; and no longer 
In anything evil partake. 

Blessed are the mercitul here; 

From heaven, they shall mercy obtain. 
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This principle strive to maintain. 

Blessed are the pure in their heart; 

For they shall see God on his throne, 

This joy, to the pure, he’ll impart; 

None other will He ever own. 

Blessed are the peace-makers now, 

They are call’d the children of God. 

Then when ye see strife here below, 

Make peace if you can on the road. 

Blessed are they; blessed henceforth; 

For truth, “who for righteousness sake, 
Persecutions suffer on earth; 

The Kingdom of Heaven they’ll take. 

Blessed too, when men shall revile, 

When falsely accus’d for my sake, 

Rejoice and be glad with a smile, 

For heaven will recompence make. 

For ye are the salt of the earth; 

“Loose not then, the savour of truth,” 

For what shall the salt here be worth, 

If Virtue be lost ’tis uncouth. 

And ye are the light of the world; 

A city that’s set on a hill, 

It cannot be hidden or hurl’d; 

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Christ’s sermon on the mcunt. 

In splendor its light is seen still. 

When any a candle shall light, 

They would not conceal it from view, 
The light of the candle’s so bright, 

That all near its blaze may see true. 

Then so let the light ye receive, 

Shine forth to the great and the small; 
All shall be “constrained to believe;” 
And Glorify God over all. 

Think not that I came to destroy 
The Law or the Prophets of old; 

To fulfill, hath been my employ, 

And not one jot, or tittle, (behold,) 

Shall pass! till all are fulfilled. 

Or those, teaching men, have instill’d 
Disobedience; falsity stands 
Stamp’d upon him, and my Father 
His kingdom will never bestow 
Upon such. Then ye should rather 
Teach all his commandments to know; 
For those who teach men in this way, 
Great will their reward be on high; 

And God will his kingdom display, 

The righteous on this may rely. 














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THE PRAYER OF JESUS. 

O Father wilt thou glorify thy son; 

With the same glory which I had with thee, 

Ere worlds were made or in existence hung; 

For we were one from all eternity. 

And Father, those which thou hast giv’n me, 

I’ve kept them all save one, Judas is lost; 

The rest have known that 1 have come from thee, 
Judas alone thy holy will hath cross’d. 

I pray not for the world; but these alone, 

That thou wouldst keep them from the evil here, 
For man by nature is to evil prone; 

Wilt thou! O Father! keep them in thy fear. 

Sanctify them in thy truth: Holy One, 

Thy word is truth, and life, and spirit too; 

And for their sakes I’m sanctified, thy son, 

Equal with thee in power, and likeness true. 

Father I pray that my disciples here, 

May be as one in spirit, and in love; 

May they with me in Glory high appear; 

That where I am they may ascend above. 

And there behold my exaltation high, 

Not only these, but all who may believe 
Through them; that 1 appeared on earth to die, 

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That Jews and Gentiles might new life receive. 

1 would that they may love each other here, 

In brotherly communion, of one mind. 

As thou and I, are one in Glory’s sphere; 
Father to them be merciful and kind. 


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CHRIST’S PRAYER ON MOUNT OLIVES. 

Unto Mount Olives, Jesus came, 

And his disciples followed him; 

They lov’d the Lord his sacred name, 

Like Gilead’s Balm can heal from sin. 

Jesus remov’d a little space, 

Still further, till quite left alone; 

Then falling lowly on his face, 

Address’d his father on the throne. 


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If it were possible with thee, 

O Father! spare thine only son, 

O take this bitter cup from me; 

Nevertheless, thy will be done. 

O Saviour, Jesus, can this be, 

Art thou the sacrifice for man; 

Sinners to Olives, come with me; 

And see the sweat that from him ran. 

Hear! hear his agonizing prayer; 

Enough to peirce the heart of stone, 

The Lamb of God here to prepare; 

For crucifixion’s dying groan. 

Pure spotless innocence was his, 

He never sinn’d in thought or word; 

Love for rebellious man it is, 

That brought from Heav’n to earth the L ord. 

For when the world in sin lay deep, 

And none was found to undertake; 

None worthy found to go, or keep, 

The law fulfil and ransom make. 

’Til one arose, behold the Lamb; 

The Lion great, of Juda’s tribe; 

This is the Lamb for sinner's slain, 

“A willing sacrifice beside.” 










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Then may you freely trust his blood, 
And refuge seek beneath his wing; 
If ye his death have udderstood, 

In faith and hope to Jesus cling. 

He suffer’d death that you might live, 
Appeal to him as advocate; 

In candor pray, he will forgive, 

He is your Mediator great. 













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THE CRUCIFIXION. 

God sent his Son, a holy one, 

To teach mankind below. 

John Baptist’s day, prepar’d the way, 

Which all on earth should know. 

The truth Christ taught; for this they sought, 
To take away his life ; 

It was the Jews did him refuse 
With malice fill’d and strife. 

See Pilate stands! to wash his hands, 

Clear of Messiah’s blood; 

The Jews did cry; him crucify; 

And mocking round him stood. 

Some wily rogue prepar’d a robe, 

Of scarlet hue for him. 

Their envy plann’d a reed to hand, 

For they were lost in sin. 

A crown of thorn plaited in scorn, 

His tender temples bruise; 

The wicked crowd, then cried aloud, 

“All hail—King of the Jews. 

With mandate keen, bade the cyrene, 

The cross of Jesus bear; 

Vinegar all—mingled with gall, 

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To drink they gave him there. 

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And on the tree—suspended see, 

The pure and Princely one. 

And on each side they crucified 
Those who had robbeiy done. 

One by him hung—repentance wrung, 

And spake imploringly; 

To thee I bow—in Heaven wilt thou; 

Jesus remember me. 

Through love inclin’d, the Saviour kind, 

Made answer in this wise : 

This day shall be thy soul with me, 

Taken to Paradise. 

Now Jesus brave—the Ghost up gave, 

All Prophecy fulfill’d; 

Truth was reveal’d, and nature reel’d ; 

When Christ the Lord was kill’d. 

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The sun sometime refus’d to shine, 

Appearing black as night. 

The Temple plain—was rent in twain, 

Behold, the solemn sight. 

Earth quak'd and groan’d with anguish ton’d, 

In horror at the scene; 

The rock’s were rent, creation bent, 

All nature shuddering seen. 
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The dead that slept, from slumber crept, 
And saints now left their grave; 

And in their shrouds, among the crowd, 
Gave proof that Christ could save. 

And when men saw; with trembling awe, 
Creation sympathize, 

Truly confess’d—this is the bless’d, 

The Son of God, all wise. 

Come view the scene, Messiah; seen, 
Acknowledged from on high, 

And hence we must, place all our trust, 
On him we must rely. 

For us he died—was crucified, 

Our pardon to procure, 

For Adam’s sin ; only through him, 
Could gain a ransom sure. 

Transgressor’s all; partake the fall, 

That our firstparents wrought, 

In sin man stood; ’till Jesus blood, 
Pardon from justice bought. 

Jesus hath made, to us convey’d, 
Redemption’s scheme so plain; 

Man may be free; may pardon’d be, 

By seeking Jesus slain. 










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Look unto him—refrain from sin, 

In brief, a Christian be; 

The crucified, is glorified, 

Your advocate is he. 


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TOMB OF SHILOH. 

Descend celestial muse from heavenly choir, 

And let thy light transparent wing be seen 5 
Softly to sweep across the mournful lyre, 

Which vibrates ts the touch of sorrow keen. 

Help me the solemn requiem to sing; 

While tears of love bedew each trembling string. 

While I repair to Shiloh’s hallow’d tomb, 

The consecrated spot where Jesus lay, 

Within the cold sepulchere’s solemn gloom ; 

In death consign’d, the Prince of of endless day. 
Where angels guard his sacred lonely tomb, 
Lovely embalm’d with odour’s sweet perfume. 

Shall his harmonious voice so rich and clear, 

No more on earth be heard, in tones so sweet; 
That scarce a listener could withhold the tear, 

To hear redemption’s scheme portray’d complete ; 
And on each theme, and cadence of his tongue, 
The soul enraptur’d captivated hung. 

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Jesus in touching pathos breath’d each prayer. 

In melting tones that reached the human heart; 
Man trembled, truth’s sublimity to hear, 

Which truly Christ sublimely could impart. 

He had the power, the feelings to control, 
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Blended, with truth was dignity and grace, 

His Godlike speech bespoke the Heaven-born mind ; 
All nobleness and purity we trace 
In Jesus dwelt each beauty rare, refind, 

A Holy being for our ransom giv’n; 

Who bore the stamp, and impress of high Heav’n. 

Seal’d are those lips, and silent now that tongue, 
Which once with eloquence divinely flow’d; 

While thousands on Messish's accents hung. 


And every thought with holy favor glow’d. 

But Jesus yet shall through His Gospel teach, 
The Holy sacred truths he then did preach. 


Death could not long confine him in the. tomb, 

Or chain his tongue in silence in the grave; 

The great victorious victor burst the gloom, 

To spread afar, his Gospel banner wave, 

From chilling death the Son of God arose, 

Life to the human race henceforth bestows. 

Life from the dark confines of endless sleep, 

Mortals fear not the lonely solemn tomb ; 

Ange|s may watch ; the dews of Heav’n may weep, 
Jesus will raise each soul from death’s dread doom, 
He’ll raise the just all beautified above, 

The wicked cannot hope to taste his love. 


The tears of woe shall change to streams of joy, 












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That glorious form hath risen from the grave; 
For our redemption Jesus will employ 
His might as Mediator; us to save; 

All hail! the blessed victor evermore, 

For our salvation we thy name adore. 














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THE RESURRECTION. 

Oh that my muse could inspiration gain. 

Celestial from the lyre of Gabriel brought; 

That I might celebrate in pleasing strain, 

The boon Messiah’s ressurrection wrought. 

Oh blessed morn that dawn’d on scene like this, 
That saw the Son arise and burst the tomb ; 
Victorious chief; thy wondrous triumph is 
Complete o’er death, the grave and endless gloom. 

This hallow’d morn; the first day of the week, 
Should consecrated be; while time shall last. 

And on this day Disciples all should meet, 

To worship him who conquer’d death aghast. 

Methinks I see the Princely Cheiftain now; 

Hurl from his pinnnacle the monster death; 

With giant stroke he made the tyrant bow, 

And headlong crush’d him ever to the earth. 

’T would take the lyre of seraphim above, 

To sing the Godlike deeds of glory done ; 

This great achievement wrought, alone might prove, 
That Deity, must have the victory won. 

Here let me pause! and bow in omage low, 

To Jesus Prince in power, in valor brave; 

O son’s of earth, your foe is conquer’d now, 


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The Nazarene is risen from the grave. 


His resurrection is a surity, 

That we shall all like him, at last be rais’d, 

To everlasting bliss, and purity; 

And for this high bequest; great God, be prais’d. 











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THE ASCENSION. 


When Christ had risen from the tomb, 
To his Apostles he appear’d; 

Yet said that he must leave them soon, 
Leave them to whom he was endear’d. 

He gather’d his Apostles then, 

Unto Mount Olivet they came, 

For he had taught the whole of them, 
Each sacred truth they should proclaim. 


And while they listened to his word, 
Jesus ascended from their view; 

A cloud receiv’d their blessed Lord, 
Which made them sad to bid adieu. 

And while they gazed yet upon high, 
Two men in white apparel stood ; 

To the Apostles they drew nigh, 

And kindly spake glad tidings good. 

Ye men of Galilee—why stand 
Ye gazing up towards the Heav’n; 
Christ shall return in power grand, 
To you again he shall be giv’n. 


Like as he did from you ascend, 

He, in like manner will return ; 
Return as Saviour, Christ and friend, 


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To comfort all who weep and mourn. 

We then may look for Jesus still, 
Whose spotless life was holy, pure; 

O that all flesh! would do his will, 
His promises are ever sure. 











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CHRIST’S SECOND COMING* 

Earth’s sons o’er the world were reclining in ease; 
Reposing in slumber, unconscious of harm; 
Mankind seeking grin on the land o’er the seas; 
’Till Gabriel’s trumpet had gave the alarm. 



j The shrill blast of the trumpet rang through the air, 
' Man trembled; well knowing the day was at hand, 


I To judgment! to judgment! each soul must repair, 

| At the bar of Jehovah: each “spirit stand.” 

i They all had been buying, and selling for gain, 
Marrying, and giving in marriage on earth; 
j Revelling in pleasure; or thirsting for fame, 

But few were expecting their Lord to come forth. 

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But now with the keenest intensity fraught, 
Arous’d from long lethargy; gaz’d to behold 
Mesiah; whose blood their redemption had bought, 
Whom Judas the traitor for avarice sold. 

; Behold him appearing! in splendour array’d; 
j His countenance brighter than beams of the hraorn; 
His power and majesty; might are display’d, 

A wreath of pure glory his temples adorn. 


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His eye’s as tho’ flaming with fire appear; 

The crown’s on his head are all golden and pure, 
He comes on a charger, a white horse and spear; 
The name on Him written: “is faithful and true.” 


He’s clothed in a vesture that’s dip’d all in blood, 
The King of all Kingdoms; and Lord of all Lords; 
The name he is call’d is “the true w ord of God.” 
From his mouth, there goeth a sharp edged sword. 


The armies in heaven which follow’d the son, 
Each mounted on horses that’s white as the snow; 
Their garments are white, clean linen^fine on, 

O what an array, ean Omnipotence show. 


And John saw an Angel, who stood in the sun, 

Who cried to the fowls of the air to draw near; 

That the flesh of all men they might feast upon; 
Where armies were gathered together for war. 

The beast and false prophet had gather’d a force, 

An army where King’s were prepar’d for the war; 

To make battle with him who sat on the horse, 

They saw his retinue and Him from afar. 

Before this great beast; the false prophet had wrought 
Many curious miracles, all to deceive: 

To many they turn’d, from the path they had sought j 
The prophet’s deformity could not perceive. 

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The mark of the beast he had made them receive, 
Worship an image “who hath ears let him hear.” 

The horseman advances, the fee he perceives, 
Heroically meets him, with helmet and spear. 

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The beast and false prophet, were cast in the lake; 
Where smoke of the brimstone shall ever ascend; 

And with them all those who did evil partake, 

In torments an endless eternity spend. 

The dragon, old serpent, and Satan all one; 

Are bound with a chain till a thousand years pass, 
To the bottomless pit, in horrors to groan; 

A seal set upon him the Devil unmask’d. 

No more to molest, or the nations deceive; 

’Till the end of one thousand years are fulfill'd. 

Then will Satan be loos’d again; we perceive, 

A season tho’ short, yet many were kill’d. 

The souls of the righteous beheaded on earth, 

For Jesus the witnesses—John here beheld, 

They reign’d for a thousand bright years shining forth, 

J With Christ; who enthron’d in pure glory excell’d. 

But the rest of the dead, who slept in the tomb, 

They liv’d not again till those years were expir’d, 
Now this is the first resurrection, on whom, 

The pow’r of the second may never be fear’d. 

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Now Satan when loos’d from his prison again, 

Went forth the four quarters of earth to deceive; 
Gather’d Gog, and Magog, to battle; oh shame! 

To have outnumber’d the sands or the leaves. 

Encompass’d the camp and the city belov’d. 

But God shower'd tire; fire from Heaven came down, 
Devouring all; all were quickly remov’d, 

The Devil, his legions, were all overthrown. 

Now where the false prophet, and beast were confin'd 
The Devil was hurl’d to the pit of brimstone; 
i Where he and the wicked, Jehovah will bind; 

To writhe in the flames where God’s mercy’s unkno’n. 

Behold a white throne; great and high may be seen, 
And him that is seated in. Majesty there; 

From whose holy face, earth and Heaven serene, 

Fled away! as “scroll folded up in the air.” 

And John saw the dead small and great stand before 
Jehovah, the God of creation supreme; 

The books then were open’d one other book more, 
The great book of life, to be judged fiom, was seen. 

The dead then were judg’d by their works be it kno’n, 
The sea, and the grave, death and hell gave all up; 
And those who were written in life’s boek alone; 
“Escaped the perdition of woe’s bitter cup.” 

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Death and hell then were cast in the fiery lake, 

Now this is the second; the second, last death. 

All those who have suffer'd for righteousness sake, 

| To them will the Saviour his favor’s bequeath. 

Well done good and faithful: "partake of my joy, 
Inherit the mansions prepar’d for the blest; 

Behold all things new; and with naught to annoy, 
No fear of death’s sting can you ever molest. 

O listen ye faithful what God here declares, 

“My great tabernacle shall be now with men; 

Their God will I be; wipe away all their tears, 
Neither anguish or grief shall come upon them.” 

I am “Alpha, Omega; first and the last.” 

He that o’crcometh, shall inheret all things; 

The day of probation forever is past, 

The faithful shall know me as sovereign of Kings. 

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And John saw the great holy city of God; 
Descending from Heaven the wife of the Lamb. 

1 As the bride of the Son the city he skew’d; 
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DESCRIPTION OF THE HOLY CITY. 

Jerusalem, thou glorious City, bright; 

In splendour and magnificence array’d, 

What pen can paint, thy peerless grandeur right; 
Unrivall’d holy-city; here display’d, 

Having the Glory of Almighty God; 

Her lights were like a stone most precious seen; 

Of jasper, clear as chrystal—blest abode, 

Elysian Paradise; enchanting scene. 

Thy wall Jerusalem is great and high; 

Jtnd there twelve gates of pearl may be seen, 

On these twelve gates the names inscribed espy 
Of Israel’s twelve tribes. O what a scene; 

And yet, again! behold a dearer sight; 

Of twelve foundations deeply, firmly laid. 

In these foundations written; with delight 
The names of twelve Apostles see display’d. 

And now with wondering awe—amaz’d behold! 

And thence infer the grandeur, rich and rare; 

Where streets are pav’d with pure and beaten gold, 

As glass transparent—laid with skill and care. 

0 marvellous City! built with matchless skill; 

By Architect, unequall’d in his art. 

No need of Temple there—where God is still, 

Through all immensity; light to impart 
PTis Glory; and the Lamb the light therein 
Display’d in dazzling majesty and love. 

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Triumphant swell the mighty courts above: 

No more shall gates be clos’d or shut; for here 
Night never comes to shade the brilliant scene. 

One endless day of Glory shall appear, 

Such as the mortal eye hath never seen, 

Here naught impure shall ever enter in, 

Nor foul abomination find a place: 

The thief and liar’s and adulterer’s sin, 

Would Heaven pollute; Jerusalem disgrace. 
Therefore the great Proprietor all-wise, 

Of this exalted City—“high in fame,” 

Decreed that all who righteousness despise, 

Shall forfeit Heaven; and dwell in endless pain. 
And there proceeding from the throne of God 
And of the Lamb!—“I see a river pure 
Of water clear as chrystal”—limpid flood, 
Refreshing stream, the Pilgrim to allure. 

And in the midst of this all golden street, 

On either side of this clear river’s bank; 

Was there the tree of life—to heal the weak, 

Who had from this pure wholesome fountain drank. 
Twelve kinds of fruit delicious to the taste. 

This tree of life each month its fruit can yield; 

And by its leaves the nations guilt’s effaced, 

And ransom’d thousands by this balsam heal’d. 
Here no more curse is felt or fear’d or known; 

But holy joy, unfathomable bliss; 

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Here too, his servants in their foreheads seal'd; < 

Whose names were written in the book of life; 

To such his holiness he hath reveal’d, 

Who did his will with holy purpose rife. 

With what extatic joy each pulse shall beat, j 

(If pulse can ever beat in Heaven, on high;) 

The Son, the Prince, immaculate to meet; 

And see him face to face no more to die. 

There joy complete, unbounded overflows; 

With hallalujahs to the Lamb of God. 

The countless blessings evermore bestows, 

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THE SCRIPTURE LANGUAGE. 

For,those who claim in this, our day. to bo 
Disciples of the Lord Messiah now: 

Who for their creed—the Testament we see, 

Will they a word on language .here allow. 

You take the (Scripture's for your only guide; 

Then W'hy not speak the language Jesus did? 
Examine carefully, and banish pride, 

That you from heathen language may get rid. 

Jesus and his Disciples wore all plain, 

Address’d each other with just thee and thou; 

And here you should this Scripture truth maintain, j 
And Scripture phrases should be given now. 

It is the sweetest, softest language spake, 

None other can be right, this you may see; 

From Heaven it came, then here for Jesus seke, ! 
“Speak only to each other, thou and thee.” 

This is the Scripture language, and should be, 

By every friend of truth, adopted here; 

The most Grammatical, from error free, 

This is a real truth; both plain and clear. 

Behold .the beauty of the Savior’s speech, 

So soft and plain, it reaches to the heart; 

A harsher language, would here fail to teach. 

The tenderness these gentle words impart. 

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LINES. 

ON THE DEATH OF JONATHAN C. PRICE. 

Tis Sabbath eve, and stillness reigns around, 

I sit alone in silence deep—profound. 

Where are my thoughts'? Alas! they dwell in gloom; 
My very heart is wedded to the tomb. 

He whom I lov’d! my bosom’s joy and pride, 

Slumbers in dust; an I is to earth allied. 

Must I no more on earth my brother see; 

Or hear his low sweet voice so dear to me. 

Oh! could I but have kiss’d his soft pale check? 

And heard him once more to his sister speak: 

Tho’ it had been his last, his farewell breath; 

And press’d him to this heart even in death. 

Each well-known feature’s stamped upon my soul, 

Nor have I power my feelings to control; 

Be calm my heart—my tears why will ye flow, 

Ye cannot now recall that form laid low. 

How shall I bear the chilling thought that we, 

Shall never meet till in eternity. 

I dare not think upon thy mouldering form, 

My blood would freeze, to think upon the worm, 

That feeds upon a cheek, once blooming fair, 

My God the very thought—how can I bear. 

Hush! murmcring, hush! my wounded heart be still. 
For ’tis the Great I AM’s unerring will, 

In wisdom thus to call the sons of earth, 

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Rewarding each according to their worth. 

I must! I must—my own, my brother dear, 

Strive to forget thee, whom I lov’d'while here. 

Hard is the task! almost too hard for me; 

My mind is fill’d with deep solemnity, 

To know I never more can thee behold; 

To know thy youthful form in death lies cold. 

Sweet was thy disposition, mild and meek. 

With beaming countenance and dimpled cheek, 

Thy speaking eye intelligence displayed: 

Deep was thy sense, and Genius lent thee aid. 

I Thy generous soul all nobleness possess’d; 

And holy virtues dwelt within thy breast. 

Each noble quality was thine—and truth 
Breath’d from thy lips, e’en from thy earliest youth. 

The recollection of our youthful days, 

Incessantly upon my memory preys. 

And when I hear the mellow flute’s low sound, 

I think of thee—and fancy that I hear, 

The same sweet notes, I us’d to love so dear. 

But why recall the memory of the past! 

Each fading withering leaf—each autumn blast 
Too plainly tells the solemn, certain tale, 

All things must die! or change within the vale. 

Thou too hast fallen, mid the wreck of time; 

Thy God hath call’d thee in thy youth and prime. 

I shall not long lov’d one, lament thy doom, 

Soon I shall dwell within the narrow tomb. 

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We shall not sleep an everlasting sleep. 

I trust with thee! in triumph to adore, 

The Prince of Peace on Canaan’s happy shore. 



AN ACROSTIC. 


i T hou art in death sleeping—for thee I am weeping, 
H ow lonely thou liest my son. 

| 0 h! 'where is thy spirit? what doth it inherit? 

M y lov’d one, since laid in the tomb; 

A rt thou not ascended; by Angels attended; 

S upernal enjoyments to know; 

M id beauty and pleasure, and joy without measure; 
P erennial the wreath on thy brow. 

I n loveliness blooming, thy spirit assuming, 

N o less than the image of Love; 

K ing Jems thy brother —Jehovah thy Father. 

! E ncircled by Angels above. 

I R esplendent in glory, with Patriarch’s hoary, 

: T hy soul is enraptured with joy; 

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Awake my muse, in solemn mournful strain, 
Portray the woe that death alone can bring; 

His cold embrace; life’s purest fountain drain, 
The young and old, alike must feel his sting. 

Here will I tell of one sweet Flower of earth, 
Scarce budded forth to view the rising day, 

As fair a little gem as e’er had birth! 

Till death appear’d to claim him for his prey.. 
Pale as the lilly fair! was thy soft cheek! 

Alonzo, earth was not a home for thee; 

For thy fair brow was all too mild and meek, 

To dwell save with the white-robed angels free— 
Adieu! sweet babe, thrice happy happy son! 

Thy stainless spirit, is an angel now; 

Thy blissful course has now but just begun, 

Thy radiant form shall never sorrow know. 

Fain would my muse here end the tale of woe, 
But ah! another darling one has flown; 

A precious rose-bud doom’d alas to go, 

A purer child of Nature never known. 

Health—innocence, and beauty all Combin’d; 

With childish glee his merry laughter spread, 
While fondness mark’d each gentle act so kind; 
That little pranks a ray of pleasure shed. 

His lisping tongue! would oft bespeak his love! 
His tiny arms encircled each dear neck; 


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'And when \vc did sometimes his mirth reprove, 

A word, or look his wildest play would check. 
Death came with his relentless icy touch, 

And claim’d this second plant to bloom above; 

The first removed so young—bewail’d not much, 
The last was rooted deep, a plant of Love, 
Engraven on the tablets of my heart, 

Thy form and features are my darling son; 

And oh! my children! lho’ on earth we part, 

The God of Heaven will re-unite us soon. 

Tell me my son? canst thou not soft rehearse? 

(In whisper’s low to a fond mother’s ear;) 

Oh! tell me how in Heaven ye do converse; 

What forms ye take? and how ye do appear. 

Are ye not brighter than the evening star? 

That mounts the blue etherial vault above; 

Are ye not beautiful as seraph’s are? 

While clasp’d with golden girdle's round ye move. 
Have ye celestial harp’s whose magic sound, 

Fills the enchanted soul with rapture sweet; 

While richest strains of melody resound, 

From spirits pure, who tread the golden street. 
Dwell ye in harmony? and holy joy? 

In fadeless beauty clad around the throne; 

Through endless time, one theme of praise employ. 
To honor God, and his exalted son, 

Ye halcyon plains, superbly rich and grand, 

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My spirit longs to join the happy bappy band. 

Where death no more affection can divide. 

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I sit me down by the couch of pain, 

Where death was approaching nigh, 

To watch the last extinguishing flame, 

And to see a Christian die. 

’Twas not a scene to appal the heart; 

But rather a joyful one, 

The spirit within, when about to depart— 

Still brighter, and brighter shone. 

The smile that lit up that pale, pale face— 

Told of joy and peace within; 

No fear of death or his cold embrace, 

For the soul was freed from sin. 

The eye with a look of calm delight, 

Was fix’d upon Heav’nly things; 

And spake of a rapturous, holy sight, 

Which faith to the sufferer brings. I 

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The mind was ctilm as the Summer’s eve 
Unclouded, serene and clear, 

The soul in its future bliss believe, 

For the Star of hope was there. 

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I lov’d to gaze on the placid smile, 

That still kept lingring there; 

It seem’d to say it had seen the isle, 
Where the pure in spirit are.' 

O let me live to attain to‘ this, 

That 1 too, may die in peace;’ 

While faith shall point to a world of bliss. 
The star of hope may increase. 

To die with a Christian’s faith sublime, 
To illuminate the way; 

The spirit soars to a purer clime, 

By angel’s wafted away. 

O what a scene for the ransom’d soull • 
When hailed at the gates of bliss; 

With a shout of rapture, sees the whole, " 
And leaps to the throne of peace. 

There to receive from a Kingly hand, 

A glittering diadem; 

And join with the pure angelic band, 

In chanting praises with them. 












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To the Princely one in glory seen, 
Loud hallelujah’s arise; 

Thou art holy, holy Lord supreme; 
Chief ruler of earth and skies. 


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To Jesus I’ll raise—an anthem of praise, 

For his god-like achievements below; 

The deaf he made hear—the blind to see clear. 

And on each did some blessing bestow. j 

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j The dumb he made talk, the lame too to walk, 
i And the leprosv healed many times; 
j And by his command the withering hand, 

[ Was made whole by this Prophet divine. 

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O Jesus ador’d those by thee restor’d, 

Were I here to enumerate all; 

| The miracles wrought, the dead to life brought, 
j 1 o contain them the world were too small. 

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| The devils were made to tremble afraid, 

And were cast out forever by thee; 
t The waves at thy will were made to stand still, 

| Thy command would make smooth the rough sea. 

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O Jesus my king, to thee will I sing, 

And adore thee while life shall be mine; 
Accept my weak lays, my omage and praise, 
And permit me to praise thee through time. 



Where angels adore, in bliss ever more, 

Permit me to praise thee in Heaven; 

The thoughts, O, how sweet, may I there repeat, 
Thy pardon for sins all forgiven. 

An angel become, and dwell near thy throne, 
t O, my Savior, the thought is so sweet: 

Beloved of my heart, we there shall not part, 

In the presence of Jesus we’ll meet. 

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i He’ll grant us this boon, for us there is room, 

’ Thou and I shall adore him on high; 

Together we’ll prove the Eden of love, 

Sing in glory beyonj the blue sky. 

Our sweet babes we’ll meet, affection complete. 
Shall entwine its sweet cords round the soul; 
We’ll all meet above, encircled in love, 

In fruition of tenderness stroll. 


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fchall new lustre impart to the scene; 
Thenbless’d be the day, that calls us away, 

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Adieu to the world, the banner’s unfurled, 

Let us fight for the Kingdom we love; 

The King is our friend, to us he’ll extend 
All the wealth of his Kingdom above, 

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Father, I would approach unto thee near, 

In confidence, believing thou art kind; 

And softly breathe my prayer into thine ear, 

As child to parent would unfold the mind. 

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Our Heavenly Father! thou hast bid us pray, 

And ask, in Christ, what’er we need of thee; 

Thy promise stands on record that we may 
Believe, then ask aright, ’twill granted be. 

Thy children must be free from dread or fear, 

And view thee as a tender parent, fond; 

Who will, in grief’s dark hour, wipe every tear, 

And bid his weeping offspring not despond. 

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Yes, perfect love will cast out every fear, 

And they who love thee with their mind and heart 
Can speak to thee familiar; very near, 

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But who can worship thee, as Parent kind, 

Who look on thee as tyrant we must dread ; 

Who hath decreed a part of man to bind, 

To cast them headlong where the fire is fed. 

Away with this blasphemous doctrine now, 

God is impartial to the human race; 

All who in confidence before him bow, 

May share the rich abundance of his gaace. 

They must, in faith, believe him as he is, 

And that he is a great rewarder too; 

And those who diligently seek his face, 

Shall not his condemnation ever know. 

Then when you pray, as favored children come, 

• He’ll not be angry ; trust his truth and love; 

He may oft’ chasten, but will bring you home, 

As children dear, to dwell with him above. 

It never should be named by Christian tongues, 

That God is partial, that he hath decreed 
And doomed a part with anguish to be wrung, 

And, unconditional, the rest hath freed. 

Ah! no! cast hence the impious thought away! 

J Tis far, too far beneath his dignity; 

Then come in holy love, and humbly pray, 

And God, impartially your God will be. 

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IS THERE NO BALM IN GILEAD % 

Is there no balm in Gilead 1 
And is there no physician there 7 
To give relief where ill has led 
The mourner almost to despair. 

Yes, in Gilead there is balm, 

The great Physician too can heal ; 

Look unto Jesus, spotless Lamb, 

He will the remedy reveal. 

He’ll raise the weak, and cleanse from sin 
Sweet balm of peace to them impart; 

Then raise your tearful eyes to Him, 

To Jesus give your trusting heart. 

’Tis He alone can make the rose 
Bloom in the desert wilderness; 

Jesus will happiness disclose, 

’Tis He alone can truly bless. 

As crystal streams His mercy flows, 
Refreshing those who do His will; 

His loving kindness, He bestows, 

With precious hope their bosoms fill. 


















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Then cast the cares of earth away, 
Prepare for more substantial joys ; 
And seek redemption while you may, 
Mingle with praise your tuneful voice. 

In reservation he will keep 
A happy home for you above; 

A rich reward you there may reap, 

For He is gracious, God is love. 

In Him perfection dwells enthroned, 
And He is faithful, j ust and true; 

If by the Lord your spirits own’d, 
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A HI) THE HOUSE OP MOURNING. 

Behold the house of mourning—death is there; 

The shrouded dead is laid upon a boaikl. 

How pale—how cold—and silent now they are; 

That quiet form, with knowledge once was stor’d. 

1 How chang’d this clay—unconscious, there it lies, 

While weeping friends are gather’d round in grief; 

• The heart hath ceas’d to throb—and closed the eyes: 1 

It speaks not to the mourners in relief. 

Eleviation cannot come from them, 

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Ah, no: death cannot hear the sigh of woe; | 

Their tongue in silence must remain ’till when 

The dead shall rise, and restoration know. 

How touching is the sob, the stifled groan, 

j Or piercing shriek of kindred to the dead; 

From those bereav’d how sad to hear the moan, 

j Of touching sorrow, now that hope is fled. 

' And yet, hope hath not altogether fled; l 

Each sanguine heart will comfort take from hope. 

Each will console themselves; and think the dead, ‘ 

i Are wafted to the skies, by angels up. 

How solemn—see the funeral train have mov’d, 

Each relative, the sable garments wear; 

All black—in mourning for the lost belov’d; 

In solemn pomp array’d I see them there. 

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Till now arriv’d beside the narrow grave; 
Consign’d beneath the sod, the lonely dead, 
Now to the tomb the form belov’d have gave. 
Most touching scene—a solemn warning this 
We, like this lifeless clay, in death shall lie; 
Like it be rais’d, either in woe or bliss, 

For all the human race on earth must die. 
Mortals prepare for this—your certain doom; 
You cannot change the law of nature here; 

You must, and will be laid within the tomb. 

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FIRST DAY. 

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EVENING REFLECTIONS. 

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How pleasing to reflect on first day eve, 

That we have spent the day in prayer and praise; 
That we all Heavenly truths, Divine believe, 
Which through the Gospel, God to us conveys. I 
To dwell upon these holy truths sublime, 

Will animate the soul to win renown; 

’Twill guide the Pilgrim, to a land divine, 

To gain in Paradise a royal crown. 

’Twill guide the soul, to scenes of pure delight. ! 
And lead the weary where they may find rest; 
’Twill turn the wanderer astray, aright, 

And point to blessedness, among the blest. 

’Tis pleasing to reflect upon this day, 

That while we rest from toil and earthly care; 

The mind employ’d through faith can soar away, 
To realms Elysian: holy bliss find there. 

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THE EARTHLY TABERNACLE.* 

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When this frail tabernacle—form’d of clay, 

Fading, and lifeless; sinks in deep decay. 

W® have an house of God; not made with hands, 
Eternal in the Heavens which demands 
The soul’s best purest warmest gratitude; 

To him who is the Author of all good. 

Burthen’d we groan—toiling to be set free, 

And cloth’d with spotless immortality. 

Hush’d be each thought ambitious in my breast; 

For now a richer theme is there impress’d; 

I pause! to contemplate the matchless love, 

That prompted the precious son of God above, 

The heir of heaven; to leave the realms on high, 
And for a race rebellious, deign to die. 

That we might all escape the depths of woe; 

Where sinners must inevitably go. 

His Godlike spirit, strives with every one, 

That ever breathed, beneath the radient sun. 
Seeking to raise the precious soul on high; 

And wills not that a single wretch may die. 

All; all that his commandments will obey, 

The Prince of 'Peace will lead to endless day. 
Where he for each a mansion has prepared; 

Where nought impure, shall come, he hath declar’d. 


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His saints shall bask in raptures blissful scenes, 
j While round each head a flood of glory teems. 

Each shall of the embrosial fiuit partake; 
f And strains melodious from each harp shall wake, 

i Eternal, this abode of bliss shall be; 
j Endless as is the Lord’s eternity. 

I Oh! praise the Lord for this most precious boon; 
j Of immortality beyond the tomb. 

To him be praise and adoration given, 

J By all on earth, in air, or Heaven. 

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O sinners would you know the way 
That leads to Jesus Christ; 

Believe, repent, and then obey; 

And from each sin desist. 

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Belief or faith of holy kind, 

Must in your heart be known; 

And love the Lord with all your mind, 

No other Master own. 


Repentance must be deep and strong, 
A Godly sorrow true; 

Determined here to do no wrong, 
The Saviour keep in view. 


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Conversion is the only way 
To raise the soul on high; 

Arise, and wash your sins away, 
That you may never die. 

His spirit he will then bestow 
Upon you every one; 

This gift as streams will overflow, 
And waft you to the son. 

Seek him in prayer, to Jesus kneel. 
Take counsel from his word: 

Each day to him for strength appeal, 
For wisdom ask the Lord. 

Thus Daniel knelt before his God, 
Three times in every day; 

And when his doom the wicked plod, 
To take his life away. 

God caused the lions to refrain, 

And rescued him from death; 

All may Mesiah’s favor gain, 

Adore him with each breath. 

Behold the lamb of God appears, 
His pure example take; 

He will release you from all fears, 
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Bccounsell’d now to seek the way, 

For death will soon approach: 

Then tarry not another day. 

Lest conscience should reproach. 

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As Pilgrims seek the Holy Land, 

We should in truth be seen; 

And while we journey, each command 
Should ever be supreme. 

There is a princely mansion high, 
Prepar’d for all the just; 

Through faith we may approach it nigh, 
If in the Lord we trust. 

The land of bliss hath naught to mar, 
The spirit’s holy joy; 

It is all bright as evening’s star, 

It is no fabled toy. 

0 listen now to Jesus’ voice! 

Sweeter than breath of eve; 

And hope shall make you here rejoico 
Jesus will not deceive. 

Ho would as brother heirs of bliss, 
Receive you all above. 

Prepare to gain a home like this: 

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The prospect there is all so bright, 

I wonder why you stray: 

From holy scenes of pure delight 
No longer must you stay. 

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INVOCATION TO THE DEITY. 

Great God wilt thou be pleased to hear my pray’r, 

In the behalf of thy church militant below; 

O wilt thou guide them, by thy Heavenly care; 

Wilt thou on them thy spirit, (Holy one) bestow. 

Lead thine own flocks, by pure and crystal streams, 
And guard the tender lambs from prowling wolf or bear 
O keep them in thy fold—where gladning beams 
Of radient sunshine shall increase, their gro’th prepare- 

Be thine O God! the watchful eye to keep; 

To prune the precious vine from cumb’rous branch’s dry. 
Then will the nourish’d fruit, prepar’d be sweet; 

Yield an abundance for the harvest by and by. 

Oh! may thy Church be renovated here, 

Great Father I would pray for her increase in love; 

That she adorn’d as virgin bride appear, 

To meet her Lord all pure and beautiful above. 











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THE MIND. 

The mind immortal never sleeps, 

*Tis ever actively employ’d; 

There memory’s treasure ever keeps, 

Past joys; or woes that have annoy’d. 

The body may retire to rest, 

And slumber close in sleep the eye; 

The mind with ideas will be press’d, 

In dreams on fancy’s -wing will fly. 

’Tis not confin’d, but active still, 
Sleeping, or waking; thoughts abound; 
Ceaseless it will, its task fulfil, 

Restless, and busy ever found. 

Can this deep principle decay, 

The mind reflective, turn to dust; 

Or thought and spirit turn to clay, 

As soon the mortal body must. 

There is a principle instill’d, 

Most sacred in the human breast; 

That God exists; that he has will’d, 
Spirit and life shall be compres’d. 

With life, immortal as His own, 
Through endless time, the soul shall live, 










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This hope cannot be overthrown, 

For God this innate trust did give. 

*Tis planted in the human breast, 

A sacred hope, that is Divine; 

’Till Heaven is gai it will not rest, 

The great immortal thinking mind. 

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STANZA. 

The Apostle Paul, who was call’d Saul 
Embassador of Peace; 

In building tents, earn’d many cents, 
And purchas’d food with these. 

He taught each day, yet took no pay, 
But labor’d with his hands; 

He earned his bread, and others fed, 
Often bestowing alms. 

All else was dross, save Jesus’ cross, 
Paul never begg’d for pay; 

But without price, the word of Christ, 
He freely taught each day. 

But Preachers now, believe somehow, 
They must for wealth beseech; 














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And while they live, plead money give, 
Give money if we preach. 

I fear the poor, will sin deplore, 

If money must buy grace; 

The rich alone, in Heav’n be known, 
To find a resting place. 

The proud Divine, in garments fine, 
Looks down upon each friend; 

And will obey, the call that may, 

More wealth to him extend. 

Not so did Christ, inquiring thrice, 

Ask Peter if he lov’d; 

Three times repeat, then feed my sheep, 
If thou wouldst be approv’d. 

I cannot say, that God will pay, 

The Reverend Preacher o’er; 

When here below, the shepherds know, 
They’ve had their pay before. 

To preach for pelf, that darling self, 
May live in grandeur here; 

Is not the way, that I would say, 
Christ’s ministers should steer. 


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They should proclaim the Saviour’s name, 

Alike to rich and poor; 

And should a friend, to him extend, 

A portion of his store. 

Receive the same, in Jesus’ name, 

As Peter would have done. 

And look on high beyond the sky, 

To be rewarded soon. 

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SPRINKLING. 

I went to the Church to behold the Priest 
The act of Baptism perform; 

When lo! I beheld! he selected the least,' 

An infant the rite to adorn. 

Astonishing man, I thought in my mind, 

What harm has this babe ever done; 

Can it repent, or remission here find, 

Or can it believe on the son. 

But nevertheless, I looked on to view, 

And find out the wisdom of man; 

Tho’ I felt assur’d the Gospel was true, 

I thought I would watch this new plan. 

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I look’d on the Priest, the parents and child, 

And found that he spake to the first; 

The innocent babe; unconsciously smiled, 

Too young after knowledge to thirst. 

He took in his hand a bowl that was white, 

And he dipp’d his fingers therein; 

And sprinkled the babe while touching it light, 
Bid the parents keep it from sin. 

Here I was puzzled to know how they could, 
Fulfil every promise they made; 

I thought if the Priest this rite understood, 

The Scripture aside should be laid. 

In the New Testament writings I see, 

Where Jesus commission’d the twelve; 

Go to all nations—“Baptize them in me.” 
Believers in Christ are upheld. 

Philip expounded the Scripture so plain, 

When Jesus he preach’d on the way. 

The Eunuch convinced—to Philip exclaim’d, 
What hindreth me to obey. 

Now; Philip spoke to the applicant here, 

And told him that if he believ’d, 

Thou may’st—the Scriptures in truth are so clear, 
That no one need here be deceiv’d. 









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I read, that both of them enter’d the stream, 

When Philip the Eunuch baptiz’d; 

Both from the water returning how plain! 

’Tis man hath this sprinkling devis’d. 

Paul to the Roman’s declar’d:—know ye not, 

As many as have been Baptized; 

Were buried in Christ—Disciples were taught, 

A burial this emblem premis’d. 

Behold them arise from the wat’ry wave! 

Prospectively rise from the dead; 

Thus representing Christ’s death; and the grave,. 

To be rais’d, a new life to lead. 

When Nicodemus to Jesus appeal’d, 

For the truth; the Savior was plain, 

Here then has Christ, in his answer reveal’d*. 

The sinner must be born again. 

Born of the spirit, sectarians will say, 

Here Christ mentions water combined; 

Spirit and water; there’s no other way, 

Obey, and my spirit is thine. 

How beautiful here are blended the ties, 

Each link is connected so plain ; 

Then turn not the truth of God into lies, 

Lest Christ should have suffered in vain. 

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CREEDS. 

In search of truth, my heart shall take delight, 

I seek alone to please the King of Kings ; 

I humbly seek to scan each subject right, 

Ere God my spirit into judgment brings. 

All Christendom divided into sects, 

Must be lamented by the pious mind; 

And I believe that human creeds perplex 
And cause divisions here, of every kind. 

How long will man be suffered to insult 
The wisdom of Omnipotence enthroned ! 

| How long will each their favored creed consult, 

Who only should the Testament have owned! 

Creeds formed by men have scattered discord far, 
And rent the. bonds of Christian brotherhood ; 

Got up, and waged a fierce religious war 
Where Christians all as brothers should have stood. 

Vain man ! O, how presumptious to imbibe, 

The sinful thought of adding to the word; 

Should not the record Christ has left, decide! 

Hence cast your creeds; that Christ’s may be restor’d- 















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We all must come to judgment to receive, 

Reward, or condemnation in that day; 

What will ye do, ye cannot God deceive, 

’Twill be too late to throw your creed away. 

I tell you candid as the friend of all, 

Those who will not be guided by his word; 

Mesiah will not, cannot own at all; 

No other Disciple will please the Lord. 

You stand upon a slippery precipice; 

Beyond which yawns a horrid gulf of woe; 

O! will you shun the horrid deep abyss'? 

Be govern’d only by his word below. 

He will not hold you guiltless, trust me now, 

The Lord he is a jealous God on high; 

To him alone the suppliant knee shall bow, 

On man’s inventions ye should not rely. 

How can you call on him as God Supreme; 

If he hath fail’d to leave you on record; 

A rule sufficient—or deficient scheme, 

That ye will not be govern'd by his word. 

Are ye not represented as the bride, 

Of Christ—the Heir of all in earth or Heaven; 

Then wear his name, and let his will decide, 

His word alone, the only creed is given, 

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O be persuaded then to lay aside, 

The works of man—and trust the sacred Book. 

That Christians may together here abide! 

That each for council may to Jesus look. 

Then shall your sweet communion here below, 
Constrain the world to own your purity; 

Christ’s discipline the way of life will show, 

The guide that leads to God, the Deity. 

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NOAH’S ARK. 

I love to ramble o’er the past, 

In contemplative mood; 

Sometimes where Noah’s Ark was cast: 

And fancy where it stood. 

A ponderous building, huge in size, 

When seen upon dry land; 

And when the waters did arise, 

It stem’d the torrent grand. 

More than one hundred years of toil, 

Was this in being built: 

Ere God had deluged all the soil, 

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Noah in faith believ’d his God, 

His faith obedienee wrought, 

And ere the flood had drench’d the sod. 

This safe abode he sought. 

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5 Tis true they mock’d the good old man, 
And laugh’d to see the Ark; 

But when the flood in torrents ran, 

Above high water mark. 

Their mockery ceas’d, and bitter cries, 
Instead of laughter came; 

Dense clouds had gather’d o’er the skies, 
Great showers of heavy rain. 

And all save Noah—and his sons, 

His wife and theirs—were drown’d, 

They perish’d all, not even one 
Alive of all were found. 

Safe in the Ark the good old man, 

And family abode; 

And every living thing that can 

Be mention’d with him rode. 

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When Noah thought the floods might cease, 
He sent a Dove to see: 

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But she could find no resting place, 

To set her foot on tree. 










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Yet seven days did Noah wait, 

Again he sent the Dove. 

An olive branch she brought in straight. 

No longer torrents strove. 

Yet seven days he waited more, 

And sent the Dove again; 

But she returned not to his door, 

All vestige ceas’d of rain. 

Then God to Noah spoke from Heaven 
And bid him take his sons, 

His wife, and theirs—and all in giv'n, 

Go forth to meet him soon. 

Then Noah offer’d sacrifice, 

When he beheld the land; 

Burnt offering’s selected, choice 
Of all things clean at hand. 

God smell’d a savour sweet; and spake, 

In this wise in his heart; 

Tho’ man’s imagination’s make. 

Him evil here impart. 

Yet for his sake, I’ll no more curse, 

The earth or every thing; 

Each season labour shall imburse, 

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And for a lasting covenant, 

A surety of peace; 

My bow shall in the Heaven’s be bent, 
Floods shall forever cease. 






And when you see the clouds arise, 
Be not alarm’d again; 

Behold the rain-bow in the skies, 
Fear not to see it rain. 

The Lord is God; supremely wise, 
Whose judgments are most just; 

Our wants are fed from his supplies, 
’Till crumbled in the dust. 

He will not leave us in the tomb, 
Our spirits shall ascend; 

In everlasting youth to bloom, 
Where time shall never end. 




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AFTER HEARING A PETITION WAS GOT UP TO ABOLISH 

CAPITAL PUNISHMENT. 

Man has become presumptuous in our day, 

To seek to change the laws of God on high; 

The Lord hath said, when finite man shall slay 
His brother; he shall surely, surely die. 

Do not pollute the land wherein ye dwell, 

For blood that’s shed by man defiles the land; 

Nor can be cleans’d the field, or woodland dell, 
'Till the blood-shedder’s life ye shall demand. 

God will require the life of every man, 

Who shed’s the blood of man upon this soil; 

His mandate hath gone forth, and never can 
Be chang’d—without engendering strife—turmoil. 

But let the murder’r feel his safety here, 

His knife would drink the blood of every foe; 

The law—the gallows, cannot make him fear, 

No other dread will stay his hand below. 

Ah! yes, the spendthrift, would for golden coin, 
Way-lay his neighbor in the silent wood; 


With deadly poniard plunge his soul in crime, 
And reckless pick his pockets where he stood. 










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The husband too—upon some trifling cause, 
Might kill the mother of his tender babes; 

Then change not man—Jehovah’s sacred laws, 
The rights of man; all safety it invades. 


Is not the land polluted by this crime, 

Suffer the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords. 

To rule supreme, as law-giver Divine, ^ 

The only way that safety here affords. 

And should you change this law, this just decree. 
God will require the blood of all that’s slain: 

And at your hands the requisition be, 

Read for yourselves, for God’s command’s are plain. 


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I wander’d forth, where the rocks and trees, 
In their native grandeur stood; 

When autumn had ting’d the fading leaves, 
In rather a pensive mood. 

I rais’d mine eyes to the clear blue sky, 

And a pray’r escaped from me; 

That when we all should wither and die, 

Like the leaves upon each tree. 


Which shall re-bloom when the Spring appears, 
All rob’d in their native green; 

May we in the pleasant Heavenly sphere’s, 
Cloth’d in fresh beauty be seen. 

I stood on a rock and view’d the sun, 

As slow it sank in the West; 

The glorious day was ended and run, 

And I thought within my breast. 

The morning may rise, with brighter beams, 
And the sun yet lovelier shine; 

And the righteous freed from earthly dreams, 
May yet smile in fairer climes. 


My spirit on fancy’s wings shall soar, 
To the home I love on high; 









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The Eden I love to ramble o’er, 
When the stars are in the sky. 


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I love to picture those scenes of bliss, 

Too holy for human eye; 

And when my soul shall be freed from this. 

’Twill bask in pleasures on high. 

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TO MY FATHER AND MOTHER-IN-LAW. 

Father in-law; to thee respect is due, 

Thou hast my warmest feelings of regard, 

My Husband’s father—I shall ever view, 

With all that tenderness can e’er award. 

To thee, as thine own daughter, may I be; 

For thy approval I must value now, 

Favor I prize: when it shall come from thee; 

A welcome meed and solace here below. 

I know thine age hath made thee feeble now, 

But here I trust thou art prepar’d for this; 

The Christian who in humble pray’r shall bow, 

To Heav’n aspire’s eventually finds bliss. 

My mother too is dear—mother-in-law, 

How well I know, and prize thee gentle one; 

None more affectionate I ever saw, 

Kindness, and tenderness are all thine own. 

With all, a mother fond, could feel or do, 

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Hast thou been anxious for thy children’s good, 
With watchful eye their every action view, 

And mother-like their guardian angel stood. 

By thy example was thy children taught, 

In patient meekness, calmly to pursue, 

Each earthly avocation by them sought, 

That they in Heav’n, might recompense accrue, 
I’ve ever sought to win thy gentle smile, * 

Sweet task to honor those whom we esteem; 

I could not otherwise than love thee; while 
Thy pure unequall’d tenderness was seen. 

But like the fragile plants of Summer’s bloom, 
Shall Autumn’s frost, and Winter’s snow be thine, 
Autumn hath past—and Winter follows soon, 

For thou ere this, hath felt the touch of time. 
Mother receive a daughter’s grateful thanks, 

For every kind attention by thee giv’n; 

In my esteem none higher than thee ranks, 

None gladder would I meet in peaceful Heav’n. 


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TO MY FATHER. 


My Father, earthly Parent ever dear to me; 

My heart hath ever felt a filial love for thee. 

From thee reproof but seldom; harshness never came; 
Kind in thy disposition, ever seen the same; 

My tho’ts oft turn to thee and home and other days, 

I see the family circle gather’d round the blaze 
Of cheerful fire—enjoying happiness and peace, 

But joy and happiness with time will cease. 

And thine belov’d Father; grief hath been thy lot. 

And here, my mother, by her child is not forgot; 

She watch’d with tender care, my wayward infancy, 
And taught my infant lips to lisp the name of thee; 
Papa; the first, and tendertst name a child may speak 
By mother fond caress'd; and press’d the little cheek. 
My mother, yes, my mother sleeps within the grave, 
And o’er her silent ashes—moaning winds now wave. 
Her form to dust is crumbled in the narrow tomb 
I trust, and hope her spirit may in Heav’n re-bloom. 
Then Father mourn not, ye in Heav’n may meet again 
Where joy and happiness will last thro’ time the same 
Sometimes I think how lone and sad thy life must be, 
Tho’ living with thy son, and his kind family; 

Still, still it is not home, the home of former time, 
When thou could’st truly call a wife and children thine 
Those days are gone, then father raise thy aged eye’s, 
From fading earth, and gain a home beyond the skies 
I It is a pleasing thought for me to contemplate. 

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| Re-union, friends and kindred meet—a meeting great. ■ 
Then while we journey thro’ this wilderness below 
Where joy,and sorrow, grief and pleasure mingled flow 
May wc be found prepar’d to stand the trying test, 

And hear the pleasing, thrilling welcome of the blast. 

O this my Father’s been my prayer for thee and me! 
That we may dwell in bliss through all eternity, 

And there surrounded by the family of God, 

With all our friends together dwell in that abode. " 

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THE MOTHER’S LOVE. 

Who but a mother; mother’s part fulfils, 

With anxious care to form the tender mind; 

To her this maxim wise the truth instills; 

Just as the twig is bent, the tree’s inclin’d. 

Who but a mother feels a mother’s love, 

And guards with kindness; “half so warm as she,” 
She will not from her precious offspring move; 

If they are sick beside them she will be. 

Who but a mother, will through weal or woe, 

Cling to her children in each hour of need; 

In health or sickness! right or wrong she’ll go, 

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Who but a mother can their sorrow feel, 

If they are sunk in poverty or grief; 

Her sympathy for them she will reveal, 

And prompt’d by love for them, “she’ll give relief.” 

Who but a mother only,—feels no change, 

Herdove through every lane of life we trace; 

Her children may be simple, or derang’d. 

Or fallen lower yet in deep disgrace. 


Yet still she hovers near with changeless love, 

And closer holds them to her aching heart; 

The world may coldly frown—contemptuous prove, 
Yet she to them some comfort will impart. 

Who but a mother feels a mother’s joy, 

If her dear offspring happiness have won; 

Their welfare is the theme which will employ, 

Her thoughts—absorb her mind to dwell theereon. 


Their good is hers—their joy her comfort too, 
Her love is fadeless, ever fresh and green, 
Unchangeable as truth; forever true, 

The mother’s love, unwavering is ever seen. 










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CHILDREN OBEY YOUR PARENTS. 

Children, obey your Parents in the Lord, 

For this is pleasing ever in his sight; 

Strictly adhere to eveiy well-meant word, 

That your fond parents, may in you delight. 

Be not self-wilPd, or stubborn—it is wrong, 

You should be ever willing to be taught; 

To them, from you obedience does belong, 

For they your good, from infancy have sought. 

Cherish for them the purest filial love, 

Reward with kindness—their affection great 
Your Parents just commands, you should approve, 
And on their wishes—most respectful wait. 

Imbibe this principle, of due respect, 

Which certainly is due from every child, 

In age, they never should feel your neglect, 

Treat them affectionate as children mild. 

The head that’s gray; should reverenc’d be by all, 
Much more an infirm parent—claims your aid; 
Children should learn this truth; while they are small 
Which never should aside by them be laid. 

Authority, Parental, should be held, 

Most sacred, by their offspring; under age; 

And children should not wait to be compell’d , 









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To do what they should willingly engage. 

And even when of age—they still should be, 
Seen in subjection to the Parents will; 

That is so far as conscience can be free, 

To honor them—should be their pleasure still. 

The world will then appreciate your worth, 
You gain respect by honoring parents here; 
Reward awaits you when you leave the earth, 
Your Heavenly Parent will reward your care. 







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PLEASURES OF THE POOR. 


How beautiful on earth to see, 

The family circle all agree; 

Parents and children dwell in peace, 
And perfect harmony increase. 


Where happiness like this is found, 
Supernal pleasures will abound; 
Whether possessed of wealth or not, 
In mansion or in humble cot. 

Splendour cannot buy happiness. 
Contentment only here can bless, 
And often in the hamlet low; 

The purest streams of pleasure flow. 


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The poor are free from envy’s sting, 

And they are happier than the King; 
They ask not, seek not to be great, 

And wealth would only care create. 

The humble cottager we see, 

Clad in their rude simplicity; 

Enjoy good health; a blessing more, 

To be esteem’d than golden ore. 

Their blooming children round them rise, 
In perfect beauty which they prize; 

Far more than equipage or show, 


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Or grandeur in this world below. 


O then how beautiful to see, 

Each lovely cherub bend the knee; 

Beside their parents when they pray, 
When evening shades have closed the day. 

For there contentment, will be found, 

The jewel peace will there abound; 

Thrice happy then the envied lot, 

“Of sweet contentment in the cot.” 


Thankful for what they here enjoy’d, 
Their time on earth hath heen employ’d 
In search of riches where the blest, 
Repose in everlasting rest. 

From all the toils of life below, 

They rest, and only pleasures know; 
And many, many might rejoice, 

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WRITTEN F0R MRS. C, S. 

j The moon had arisen, and brighly it shone, 

And stars were glittering, in the blue sky afar; 

And I sat me down at the window alone, 

“For sorrow had entered my heart’s peace to mar.” 

The lov’d of my heart lay in sickness and pain; 

I I watch’d by his side at the midnight’s lone hour; 

! My ear could distinguish each moan as they come, 

My thoughts were then rais’d to the Saviour in pow’r 

I watch’d, for mine eyes could not slumber when he, 
My husband lay low with a fever confin’d; 

: I thought of the danger that still thex’e might be. 

The tho’t of such anguish brought woe to my mind. 

j I look’d at my babes —and my heart felt oppress’d, 

For their Father, alas! I thought he might die; 

I smother’d the sighs that arose in my breast, 

And wip’d off the tear that -had ran from mine eye. 

' For he call’d me by name, and bid me not weep, 

And spoke of recovery from anguish and pain; 

; His cheeks were as marble! his eyes sunken deep, 

j Yet calmly he spake, “reason had come again.” 

j For weeks he yet linger’d the shadow of life, 

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Restor’d, the delight of his children and wife, 

To banish all vestige of grief or of gloom. 

May he at whose option our destiny stands, 

Still grant my sweet babes may not orphans become 

Christianity resignation demands, 

Submission in meekness his will to be done. 

The heart cannot cease to lament for the lov’d, 

The mind oft will wander to those that are gone; 

The object may ever from the eye be remov’d, 

“Still the lov’d in memory is borne.” 

Thus spoke the fond mother, Clarissa had wept, 

Least death might bring anguish to darken her home^ 

The eye that for weeks had not quietly slept, 

With lustre again, in its brightness had shone. 

Clarissa will ever remember with joy, 

Her babes are not orphans in sorrow and grief; 

And long may they live, without pain to alloy, 

Should sorrow e’er come, may they soon find relief. 



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INTRIGUE SOONER OR LATER MEETS ITS 
OWN REWARD. 

Hainan, the envious, haughty, Hainan sought 
The life of Mordecai, and many Jews; 

Through his influence was the gallows wrought, 

To hang him on. Queen Esther heard the news, 
And lo! she comes, in royalty arrayed, 

And cruel Hainan’s treachery betrayed. 

She comes, the chaste, and lovely Queen appears, 
More beautiful than Hebe; timid, fair, 

Kneels to the King, while woe lias filled with tears 
Her large, dark, Jewish eyes, in beauty rare, 

She pleads for Mo'decai. her friends the Jews; 

The King, her lord, did not her plea refuse. 

Investigation proved that Hainan base 

With malice fill’d, through intrigue so’ght their fall 
Justly the King reversed their doom, to place 
The Jew, good Mordecai; in power install, 

On the same gallows, for the Jew prepared, 

Hainan was hung; and Esther’s na ion spared. 

Ilaman’s just fate may be a warning still, 

We should not seek another’s overthrow; 

Least what we plan for their destruction, will 
Return with force, upon ourselves the blow. 

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| May fester in our own; corrode and smart. 

; Truth will prevail, and falsehood be found out, 
Sooner or later justice, justice brings; 

Schemes may be plan’d, twist’d and turn’d about, 
Black falsehood will recoil, and deeply stings, 

| The plotting intrigues of the wicked mind, 

Foil’d! reaps the woe, for others they design’d. 

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ADMONITION FOR PARENTS. 
Parents, are your children dear'? 
j Wouldst you see them happy here I 
Train them for the sky; 

Would you have them happy be 'l 
Through a long Eternity, 

Happy when they die. 

Train them in the Truths of Heav’n, 

; Richest portion ever giv’n ; 

Through Parental care. 

• By example teach them truth, 

In the tender minds of youth ; 
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Would you but expend one third, 
Which you do for things absurd, 
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Let it go to teach the way, 

To prepare them for that day ; 

Shortly they must know. 

What will profit or console 1 
For the loss, and peace of soul, 

Fathers ! Mothers hear! 

Teach your children what is right. 

That in them you may delight; 

Teach them God to fear. 

Bid them fear to loose his love, 

Speak to them of bliss above ; 

Of the judgement day— 
Judgement, Oh ! ’Twill shortly come, 
Earth e’er long will know her doom ; 
Signs prepare the way. 

Kings and crowns are falling low, 
War’s, and rumors plainly show, 

Jesus is at hand : 

Nations, against nations rise, 

Fallen man the truth denies ; 

“Who the test may stand.” 

Famine, o’er the Emerald Isle, 

Stalks abroad for many a mile, 

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Shall we not these warnings own: 

Harbinger of woe. 

Pestilence in foreign lands, 

Many signs, deep thoughts demands : 

Solemn thoughts call forth. 

Are we now prepar’d to meet 1 
Shiloh’s presence, joyful greet. 

Welcome Him to earth. 

Have you cars, “then why not hearV’ 

Wonders, may your eye’s see clear, 

Soon the trump may sound ; 

“Rouse, awake ! prepare to join ! 

Angel Hosts, whose King’s divine, 

Watch ! be worthy found. 

Parents duty now fulfill, 

Truth and piety instill, 

Guide the scion straight; 

Prune and bend the twig aright, 

That the tree may dwell in light; 

In transplanted state. « 

Grapes we gather not from thorns, 

Figs are not from thistles borne, 

Sow good seed in time ; 

For the Harvest is at hand. 

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Will you longer doubting stand; 

Truths, that are divine. 

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TO CHRISTIANS. 

Christians ! Christians are we free ; 

What do we profess to be 1 
Disciples of the Lord; 

Do we pattern after Him 7 
Are we free from pride and sin 1 
Obeying all the word. 

What a volume is Gods Book, 

We should often therein look, 

For wisdom therein found ; 

Christians should not pause, or halt, 

This has been too much their fault; 

All should, in grace abound. 

Onward, forward steady move, 

Keep in view-the world above, 

We yet, have much to do : 

Warfare has but just begun, 

When the first commands are done; 

Christ bids us onward go. 

'Tis too tedious here to dwell, 

Every duty now to tell, 

Read the whole scriptures through; 

There is Christian duty taught, 

All good works that should be wrought; 

These good works we, must do. 

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THE PILGRIM’S RACE. 

Pilgrims to the Holy land, 

Marching in a solid band ; 

To the plains of peace, 

Lean upon the staff of truth, 

Faith and hope keep not aloof; 

They your strength increase 
Faith will pierce the deserts vale, 

Hope o’er obstacles prevail. 

Tho’ you meet with thorns that sting, 

Roses in your path shall spring, 

Fresh in vernal bloom ; 

Clouds may gather o’er your head, 

But the spirit joy will shed 
Comfort and illume; 

Treasures in the wilderness, 

Fountains pure your souls refresh. 

Pilgrims tarry not behind, 

Earthly treasures here to find ; 

Burthensome they prove, 

Disencumbered, fair begin, 

Gird yourselves the race to win ; 

Run for Jesus’ love 
Richest prize to be obtained, 

With it heav’n, and bliss is gained. 

Pilgrims may no charms allure, 

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To decay from pleasures pure, 

Or retard your race; 

Firmly to the Gospel cling 
Joyful through the desert s ; ng, 

Zions songs with grace : 

Soon your earthly race shall cease, 

At the end the prize is peace. 

When you come to Jordans stream, 

Smooth the waves shall'glide serene, 

Pleasant breezes bear; 

To the shores of Canaan soon, 

Where the Tree of Life shall bloom, 

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Run the race, the prize receive, 

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In sweet seclusion from the busy world, 

The heart in calm retirement, pleasures find; 
Far greater than by busy fashion whirl’d, 

From scene to scene, engrossing all the mind. 
In solitude the thoughts ascend on high; 
Devotion fills the soul; Heaven charms the eye. 


In sweet seclusion we may contemplate, 

The wondrous machination; wise and grand, 
Jehovah’s pow’r, omnipotent and great, 

Who form’d this earthly globe on which we stand, 
I Balanced the sun and moon, in space afar, 
“Spangled the sky with many a brilliant star.” 

In solitude exempt from human gaze, 

The heart communes in secret with the breast; 
Fill’d with a holy calm, which God conveys 
In sweet retirement; to the human breast. 

Then seek not popularity, or show 
Or pomp, in this too, heaitless world below. 

Then mortals! would you shine as stars on high. 
Sometimes retire; in solitude commune 
With your creator; and prepare to die, 

On earth, in heav’n to praise your voice attune, 
May the refining spirit you allure; 

And guide to heav’ns portals; peace, secure. 









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DIALOGUE BETWEEN FLORA AND CLARA 

Flora. —Where are the people flocking too ? 

So many going there I view, 

They seem to throng the way; 

The gentlemen in broadcloths fine, 

The ladies silks and satins shine, 

With artificials gay. 

Clara. —To day is Sacrament. They meet, 

The supper of the Lord to eat; 

To keep his death in mind. 

They meet to preach, and sing and pray, 

In holy worship spend the day; 

And Christian friendship bind. 

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Flora. —Why this is strange which you relate, 

A death-scene thus to celebrate; 

Where so much pride’s displayed, 

Mesiah was an humble man, 

To be his friends they never can, 

Never, while thus array’d. 

Clara. —Some go to Church there to be seen, 

And while they kneel to the supreme; 

Fear, least the dust may soil 
Their garments, which is far more dear 
To them, than Christ, or holy prayer; 

’Tis for display they toil. 

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Flora. —Why if they go to eat and drink, 

His flesh and blood, I really think, 

They should have solemn hearts*, 

The bread and wine are emblems made, 

Christs broken body, thus convey’d; 

Which this to all imparts. 

Clara. —You do not seem to understand, 

The modern Christians of our land, 

So popular on earth; 

Each strives to make an out-side show, 

The art to please they wish to know, 

More than the Saviour’s worth. 

Flora. —Though we are clad in rough attire, 

We have not time here to retire, 

To change apparel now, 

Then let us go the Sermon hear, 

The Lord alone, we only fear; 

To him we’ll humbly bow. 

•Clara. —Yes! we will go to meeting too, 

Some of these people’s hearts are true, 

Others on folly bent; 

Tho’ full the house, we’ll get a seat, 

See! there’s the Preacher, dress’d complete; 

To him, aid fashion’s lent. 

Flora. —Now there has come a rich man in, 

Tho’ gayly dress’d he’s full of sin, 

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He walks with haughty pace; 

Come up here, two or three repeat, 

Pray do sir, take this goodly seat; 

Here, occupy this place. 

Clara.—M an courts the favor’s of the great, 

In Church, in Council, or in State, 

The rich man pamper’d stands; 

He may be knave, or fool, they’ll bend, 

To him their homage will extend; 

Admire him for his lands. 

Flora. —A poor man enter’s, with meek face, 

I’m sure lie cannot find a place, 

Their silent, every one; 

At length they say, “go sit down there.” 

If looks may speak, they do not care, 

If poverty gets none. 

Clara. —Again, you do not understand, 

That modern Christians would be grand 
They stoop not to the poor; 

These Butterflies would not be seen, 

I fear, not with thee Nazarene; 

Were he on earth once more. 

Flora. —We’ll listen now, the Preacher’s took, 

Within his hand a little book, 

To sing a hymn of praise, 

We will not dare to judge his heart, 

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Perhaps some truth he may impart, 

Tho’ pride, his air displays. 

Clara. —Ah no! the Lord will scan each thought, 

All, unto judgment shall be brought, 

Without respect or choice; 

Most worthy all should be who meet, 

The supper of the Lord to cat, 

Willing to hear his voice. 

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THE NEW SONG.* 

Lo! on Mt. Zion stood a Lamb, 

And with him thousands more; 

From Whose pure lips a new song came, 
Worthy to be sung o’er. 

And none were able this to learn, 

Save those who were redeem’d: 

Go read the number, and discern, 

What holiness is deem’d. 

Ponder my soul upon the thought, 

In what consists this song; 

’Twas the Redeem’d, Christs blood them bought, 
’Tis they the strain prolong. 

Among us, who shall worthy be, 


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THE NEW SONG. 

To sing beside the Lamb; 

Who may from guilt and error free, 
Repeat redemptions theme. 

As Moses when he crossed the sea, 
From bondage Israel led; 

With him they shouted Liberty, 
“Egyptian darkness fled.” 

So those who on Mount Zion stand, 
Redeem’d by Jesus blood; 

Have gloried in the spotless Lamb, 

His precepts understood. 

But those on earth who would exalt 
Themselves, and boast in pride; 
Against the God of truth revolt, 

“ To them this song’s denied.” 

To God the glory must be giv’n, 

“ Seek not vain man to win,” 

The honor due the King of Heav’n; 

To give it thee, were sin. 

Ah ! why do some in boasting strain, 
Tell their own merits o’er;- 
Would steal the glory from Gods name, 
Would have us them adore. 


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To teach the will of Heav’n; 

For exaltation loud they call 
For self—are they forgiv’n. 

Hear you their smoothe, and studied speech, 
With every garment prim; 

Each gesture love for self beseech. 

So often given them. 

Peace, peace, they ciy—while there is none 
They seek for earthly praise; 

Prophets integrity they shun, 

And the Apostles ways. 

The man of Truth speaks otherwise, 

He rob’s not God of praise; 

With honest candor, void of guise ; 

From sin deliverance craves. 

Ye self deceivers, point to Christ, \ 

Let him exalted be; 

From courtiers fervor pray desist, 

Or you abas’d shall flee. 

Think me not hard, go search the word, 
Read what the Scriptures say ; 

Take not the Glory from the Lord. 

To give conceited clay. 

Would they who now profess to stand. 











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On Zion’s'walls declare; 

The counsels of Jehovah grand, 
Themselves of wrong beware. 

Then we might hope truth would abound; 
Instead of darkness, light; 

But where so much self-love is found, 

God is not honour’d right. 

We here must learn to praise the Lamb, 
And give Him Glory due; 

If e’er on Zions mount we stand 
And sing the song that’s new. 

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We here must love the Lord, Supreme 
And Abbe-Father cry; 

Not sell—let Jesus be our theme, 

And we shall never die. 

When Nature crumbles into dust, 

We shall exalted be; 

If in the Lord of Hosts we trust, 

We’ll sing deliverance, free. 

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OUR FIRST PARENTS IN THE 
GARDEN OF EDEN. 

Adam and Eve, we all believe, 

Were placed in Paradise : 

The lovely pair, in garden rare; 

Held converse with the skies. 

This Eden soil, needed no toil, 

To make the parterra bloom; 

Perpetual flow : rs; in Eden bowrs, 

Still fresh, and sweet perfume. 

Choice trees of fruits, there took deep root, 
Delicious to the taste ; 

Still vernal seen, in foliage green, 

Unscath’d by winters waste. 

The youthful pair, so lovely there, 

In angel beauty rove ; 

Without alloy, partake of joy, 

The Eden of pure love, 

One tree they trac’d, which God had plac’d, 
To test their co nstancy: 

And bade the pair, to taste forbear, 

Death was the penalty. 

The serpent seen, with much of spleen, 

1 Our parents happy lot; 

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And to deceive, the gentle Eve, 

He quickly laid a plot. 

And by him worn, the sleekest form 
Of snake, with keenest eyes; 

To Eve made suit, declar’d the h-uit, 

Would only make them wise- 

| The timid Eve, quick to believe, 

Charm’d with his honey’d speech ; 

Reach’d forth her hand, broke the command, 
Eat of the fruit in reach. 

To Adam straight, with pride elate, 

For Knowledge thus obtain’d; 

She bade him eat, the fruit so sweet, 

That was forbidden nam'd. 

Adam was griev’d, both were deceiv’d, 

Like her, he eat his fill: 

Wisdom now come, and with itshame, 

And disobedience chill. 

On wings of love, God from above, 
Descends to meet them now ; 

They fled to hide, lest He should chide, 

Oh ! Adam, where art thou. 

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I see the worst, henceforth accurs’d 
The soil is for thy. sake 

The faithless pair, from Eden fair, 

From Paradise were cast; 

Through sweat and toil to till the soil, 

Subject to death at last. 

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THE PARTING INTERVIEW. 

The sun had set, and twilight found 
Eugene to see a lady bound; 

The lovely Isabelle. 

He hurried through the City’s street, 

The fair bewitching girl to meet, 

To where her Aunt did dwell; 

They sought this parting interview, 

To bid a long a last adieu. 

Their grief at parting none may tell, 

To breath the chilling word, Farewell— 

That word was fraught with woe; 

It crush’d the fondest hopes of each, 

In sighs express’d; words found no speech, 
Each others love they know; 

They parted filled with anguish deep: 

They parted sorrowful to weep. 

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Her parents frowned upon the match, 

And every movement cautious watch ; 

And charge her o’er and o’er, 

To banish Eugene from her heart, 

With his dear image bid her part, 

Because the youth was poor. 

Too gentle to frustrate their will, 

She yielded, t.ho 5 she lov’d him still. 

They parted; he to seek for fame, 

Which partially he did obtain, 

And wed another soon; 

Yet often heart, and thought did dwell. 

Upon the lost, lov’d Isabelle, 

And fill his mind with gloom; 

Mem’ry recalls the interview, 

The parting pang to bid adieu. 

But she, the tender Isabelle, 

Droop’d like the lilly blighted, fell 
Beneath her weight of grief; 

Her youth and beauty seemed divine; 

While fading rapid at the shrine 
Of love, a victim brief; 

Within her breast, ah! who may tell, 

The anguish’d thoughts of Isabelle. 

Untold her grief, she wept alone, 

Pleasure and peace to her unknown; 

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Silent she sat in wo. 

From her sweet face the rose had fled, 
And marble paleness overspread, 

Where once was beauty’s glow, 
Alas! her youthful charms have flown, 
The timid girl is left alone. 

The sun on high in glory set, 

And dews of eve the rose-leaves wet, 
And stars were shining bright: 
When the frail flower droop’d her head, 
The fetter’d spirit freed, hath fled, 
Etherial takes its flight 
Where love will be repaid with bliss, 
With pure and endless happiness. 

Too late her friends this truth did learn, 
Parental care had been too stern; 

Her death wrung bitter tears: 
Repentance deep, remorse too late; 
Could not reverse her early fate, 

Pier mem’ry time endears; 

Even Eugene, with pain will tell, 

His parting scene with Isabelle. 











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AVARICE. 

What prompts the Pirate to invade the seas, 

And prowl like wolf, to pounce upon his prey. 
Has not base avarice, the Pirate seiz’d, 
“Insatiable thirst—to bear some prize away.” 

J Tis avarice leads some men for wealth and gain, 
To seek the African, in his own clime, 

To seize the negro, bind him with chains, 

For avarice stain his vicious soul with crime. 

It makes man covetuous ! and mean, and base; 
“The fountain of compassion drains, ’till dry:” 
And would exact from poverty’s low place, 

The penny last, “to glut his lustful eye.” 

Base covetousness and avarice, one, 

Hide from the earth your ugliness, begone, 

May you be felt, or seen—or known by none, 
Your foul deformity is too well known. 









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AN ACROSTIC. 


M ay blooming smiles adorn thy rosy cheek; 

A nd may thy disposition e’er be meek. 

R emote from city’s splendor, pomp, and pride, 
Y e powers celestial, be her guide. 

A id her in Virtue’s golden paths of peace; 

N ourish her youth! her innocence increase. 

N ature had form’d thee with a tender heart, 

E ndow’d thy bosom kindness to impart. 

S eraphic sweetness, may thine eyes reveal, 

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N aught save the purest joy, thy bosom feel. 

I nfluenc’d by benevolence and truth; 

D ear girl may blessings ever crown thy youth, 
E ver supernal pleasures with thee dwell, 

R elucent excellence be thine. Farewell. 



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THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER. 

The farmer’s gay daughters drink in the pure air, 
Each morning the breath of sweet nature inhale; 
How cheerful they skip to the meadow out there, 

To milk every cow, in the neat wooden pail. 

As blithe as the lark, or the linnet they sing, 

Their cheeks are as red as the rose in full bloom; 
Away to the dairy they hurry to bring, 

Sweet butter for breakfast; or dinner at noon. 

As bees, are they busy; to gather each sweet, 

That nature in store for the farmers still keep; 

The wool by them spun, they have woven complete 
Converting to cloth the fine fleece of the sheep. 

They are taught to industry; and labor will bring, 
Contentment and health to the fair rural maid; 

Like blossoms of nature that bud-forth in spring, 
Those girls by the pure air of nature are made. 

Economy’s value, by them too, is known, 

Saving and frugal, of the treasures in store; 

The good gifts of Providence, should not be thrown, 
Profusely away; lest they might want for more. 




They too, are generous; not grudging to lend, 
A part of the bounteous gifts they recieve; 
For they hospitality, ever extend, 


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In true generosity, farmers believe. 

Thrice happy the country! with its sweet rural shades 
The woodlands delightful, and charming to view; 

And those interesting and blithe cheerful maids, 

With light happy hearts—their industry pursue. 

Pair daughters of nature! in them richly dwell, 

The beauty that innocence ever bestows; 

More charming their smile, than the proud city belle, 
Unskilled in. deception—in truth they repose. 

They bloom in retirement still fresh in the shade, 
Unadorned by the frivolous follies of pride. 

The glare of false fashion, hath not yet been laid. 

In withering form, to mar beauty beside. 

Its withering touch, may it never be seen, 

To blight the fresh bloom of the fair country maid. 
More lovely, when raised on a farm they have been. 
Near the woodland so green; in natures sweet shade. 

Then priz’d be the daughters of farmers on earth, 
And priz’d be the country forever beloved; 

A farm yields the truest enjoyment and worth, 

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LAZARUS RAISED FROM THE. DEAD 

Jesus exalted be thy name, 

For who, like thee can save; 

From death, thou canst the dead reclaim, 
And bring them from the grave. 

When Lazarus four days was dead, 

And laid within the tomb, 

All hope had from each bosom fled, 

His sisters mourn’d his doom. 

Maitha, and Mary mourn’d, till grief 
Had fasten’d on them so 

That friends had come to give relief, 

To comfort them in wo. 

But mere condolence, oh! how frail, 

It fails to soothe the heart; 

The mourners still the dead bewail, 

Their woes still grief impart. 

But Jesus, (mighty Champion,) came. 

And heard their cause of wo; 

He loved the dead, and heard with pain, 
That death had laid him low. 

He groaned in spirit, in his soul, 

And wept—yes “Jesus wept;” 

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Although he knew he slept. 

The sisters of the dead express’d 
Their sorrow by his side; 

Hadst thou, O Lord been here and bless’d 
Our Brother had not died. 

Grieve not your Brother is asleep, 

Believe, and he shall live; 

Go, dry your tears, and cease to weep, 

For him you shall receive. 

Yes, in the resurrection morn, 

Lord we believe he’ll rise; 

But now with grief and anguish torn, 
Tears fill our aching eyes. 

1, am the resurrection, and 
The life; he yet shall live, 

See here a miracle most grand, 

To Lazarus, life I give. 

And then he hastened to the grave, 

They roll’d away the stone; 

Jesus well knew his power to save, 

And enter’d near the tomb. 

To heav’n he rais’d his gracious eyes, 
And thank’d his father there; 

Then to come forth bid Lazarus rise, 

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To meet his friends prepare. 

He came forth shrouded in grave-clothes, 

While hands and feet were bound; 

The young man dead, from death arose; 

To comfort those around. 

Jesus, restorer from the grave, 

To thee be honour giv’n; 

'Tis thou alone canst soothe and save, 

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ADVERSITY. 


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Many a noble heart hath beat to woe, 
Stricken to earth by dire adversity; 
Misfortunes have been reason’s overthrow, 
When prest too keenly by calamity. 


Some loose their all, and houseless wander far, 
] A prey to grief; disconsolate depress’d; 

| Misfortune on misfortune come to mar, 

Each future prospect, stifled in the breast 


Adversity may come to crush the heart, 
’Till hope itself, no longer hope can give; 
'Till grief and woe, such misery impart, 
The stricken would no longer wish to live. 


O Christians seek the comfortless and soothe, 
Their anguish—help them in each hour of need, 
The rough path of the fallen, strive to soothe, 
Give aid, till from adversity they’re freed. 




This task the Christian ever should perform 
He should the naked clothe, the hungry feed; 
In cheerfulness the Christian name adorn, 

A cheerful giver shall be bless’d indeed. 

If ye in singleness of heart have done, 

Much good, bestowing many alms on earth; 

You shall be recogniz’d, known by the Son, 
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TO A FRIEND. 

Dost thou remember, Mary Ann, 

Our early friendship now; 

The days, when we together sang, 

Like birds upon the bough. 

Those days were bright and happy days, 

With nothing to alloy; 

Hope cheer’d us on with smiling rays, 

And fill’d our hearts with joy. 

Our native village ever dear, 

Could happpiness bestow, 

For youthful friends were many near, 

As thou and I well know. 

Together in small groups to sing, 

We often did appear; 

As moments fled the hours to wing 
Away those evenings dear. 

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Time hath gone by, and none remain, 

That then were gay with us; 

And we may never meet again, 

Time separates all, thus. 

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THE PHYSICIAN. 


Who can appreciate the Physician’s toil. 

Their great responsibility to heav’n: 

Should Medicine refuse to heal, and foils 
His skill, his patient still with anguish riven 

His mind is tortured to procure relief, 

His pill-bags ransack’d for some powder more; 

His eye the coated tongue hath mark’d, in brief, 

The pulse by him examined o’er and o’er. 

Some cooling draught, or strength’ning balm applies, 
Or opiate gives to lull the pain’d to sleep: 

Or with a plaster made of Spanish flies, 

Wo’d to the surface draw disease—when deep. 


Emetics give, cathartics all; and still, 

With thoughts intense he marks the patients eye; 
Tries hard to make each drug, its task fulfill, 

And wills not that one patient his—should die. 

Anticipate the joy that fills his breast, 

To see the invalid restored to health; 

With pride, for conscious skill, his mind’s imprest, 
Honor, a brighter recompense than wealth. 

And still he hath a higher motive here, 

To God he must account for skill or harm, 

I Their restoration frees him from each fear, 

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And thankfulness within his heart is warm. 

He deals with life and death, where each will strive 
To gain the mastery:—but patient still, 

; With all his powers he seeks to keep alive 
I The sick;—his object great this to fufill. 

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; Pursue this course; Physicians all should keep 
The fear of doing wrong within their heart; 

And each on high a rich reward shall reap, 

If they can to the sufferer health , impart. 



FAME. 


; For fame will man tax intellect to find, 
j The surest road to honor and renown; 

And o’er the lamp will pore with strength of mind, 
To search for hidden wisdom therein found. 

He strives to pierce the depths of human lore, 

To frame some new invention to surpass 
The fame of all who lived before; 

Seeks to excell in knowledge the whole mass. 

Fame prompts the rich, still richer to become, 

1 ill they have filled each coffer to the brim; 
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I It may be said; none was so rich as him. 

; ’Twill urge the miserly in heart to give 
Some thousands to erect a monument; 

■ Though he may grudge his gold; yet to receive 
What he most courts—renown—his money went. 

’Tis fame that spurs the warrior to the fight, 

■ Fame leads the hero, to the battle field; 

And nerves his arm to deeds of daring might, 
Ambition whispers never! never yield! 

Onward lie rushes; fighting o’er the slain, 

He braves the belching cannon’s thund’ring roar; 
That he may wear the victors wreath of fame, 
lAll feeling’s blunted; he can wade through gore. 

Inglorious fame to win an earthly crown, 

No sooner won than crumbled into dust, 

! Why not obtain a richer—great renown, 

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THE LIBERTINE, 

The Libertine by passion hurried on; 

Decoys the innocent young girl away; 

The wretch contemptible, and base hath won, 

Her pure affections; only to betray. 

He boasts; O shame; where is thy blush, of shame? 
To boast of crime so dark, and foul as this; 

To his licentious comrades; will proclaim, 

| Tho number of his victims;—monster—hiss. 

Away! from all society away! 

Shrink from the presence of all decency; 

The Libertine is one that never may 
Be countenanced;—by the fair should never be. 

He seeks the lowest, foulest haunts of vice, 
Degrades himself beneath the meanest beast, 
Companion of the Gambler with his dice; 

In all abomination he will feast. 

He should he scouted by the friends of truth; 

All decency precludes the Libertine; 

His presence is pollution; so uncouth, 

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PRIDE. 


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Pride that’s too conceited of vain show. 
Becomes ludicrous in the sight of all; 

Pride is a folly; common weakness too, 

Too much in fashion with the great and small. 


’Tis pride will cause vain man to boast of self, 
And make him strut to show his finery new ; 
Make him recount to listeners all Ins pelf, 

Nor fail to place his person in full view. 


The dandy will parade each city walk, 

Not age,—but pride calls for the polish’d cane; 

Of nothing else but fashion can he talk, 

His golden lever’s value he’ll explain. 

Self pride hath been the bane of female life, 

I mean that pride that decorates the form; 

The ruling passion of the maid and wife, 

With hope to please; they should the mind adorn. 

All should be proud to gain a virtuous name, 

All should secure for prudence much esteem; 
Unblemished name, most scrupulous maintain. 
Docile and gentle should the fair be seen. 

Be proud of this; and seek good company, 

Far nobler this than fine array in dress; 

You cannot fail to please society, 

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For an accomplish’d mind; is far the best. 

There is a pride more worthy to obtain, 
Which should instill ambition in the breast; 
And spur the soul to win a higher name, 

As child to God, the King among the blest. 

Be this the pride to urge my feeble heart, 

To gain a place beside my father there; 
That when my spirit shall from clay depart 
To an inheritance I shall be heir 



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I sometimes take a retrospective view, 
j As far as my unpracticed eye can scan; 

To mark each scheme the human race pursue, 

And wonder where will end, genius of man. 

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The deep Philosopher in wise debate, 
j Searches the depths, the depths of wisdom to find out; 

Revolving in his mind each purpose great, 
lie views—reviews and turns the world about. 

I pause to view the skilled Astronomer, 

Watch every motion of the stars, or moon; 

The heavenly bodies I must here infer, 

Have captivated all—his mind have won. 

The Chemist with each Apparatus neat, 

"Watches each fluid, hydrogen and gi-s: 

And with Thermometer, can measure heat 
Or cold—condense the atmosphere in glass, 

Genius hath led the crafty sons of men, 

By power of steam propel the boats with speed; 

And ships—and vessels now the ocean stem, 

In rapid motion plough the main indeed. 

By genius taught, imagination far, 

Outstrips the wind in search of some new plan; 

And here, behold! the rail-road’s flying car, 

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Man stops not here, the Telegraph appears, 

With lightning speed it hurries on the track; 

And quick as thought o’er space it onward steers, 

Nor halts or stops a second to look back. 

BEAUTY. 

’Twere vain for me to sing of beauty now, 

Was not the tieme exhausted, years ago? 

The painter’s easel made to beauty bow, 

And poets seem—no other theme to know. 

It seems the admiration of the world, 

Each has in turn as fancy pleased them best; 

Lauded in rhyme, the flowing ringlet curl’d. 

The damask cheek, or sparkling eye imprest. 

Some will extol the snow white neck so fair, 

Others the teeth of pearl in beauty prize; 

All speak of gentle mein, and graceful air, 

, Each link unbroken fancy’s sketch supplies. 

Bear with me gentle reader while I tell, 

The beauty which should be admired by all; 

In spotless innocence; should beauty dwell, 

Its damask cheek sweet modesty I call. 

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And Virtue whiter is, than ivory teeth: 

The Spirit brighter than the eye;—can fill 
The measure of all beauty;—Joy bequeath. 

For gentle air and graceful mein belong, 

To those alone whom piety hath known; 

For ringlet celebrated much in song, 

The wreath of Christian meekness humbly worn. 

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INTEMPERANCE. 

Intemperance shall I paint thee as thou art'l 
Destroyer of the mind; and reasons foe, 

Where thou hast come to sway the human heart, 

Thy presence is the surest^sight of woe. 

The wretched reeling drunkard’s addled brain, 
Tormented by the fumes of brandy strong; 

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Nor will he acknowledge that he’s doing wrong. 

From blustering broils; and tumults he returns, 

From fights all bruis’d to his neglected home; 

And now his wife, too quickly, sadly learns 
That she must weep; in anguish must she mourn. 

Now angry with himself, the world, and all, 

His weeping wife, he now assails with oaths; 

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On her each bitter word sarcastic falls, 

The man intemperate any wife must loath. 

He reels and totters, till at last dead drunk, 

He tumbles down upon the nearest place; 

Helpless he lays; in snoring slumbers sunk, 

With haggard look: and pale distorted face. 

His wife, his faithful wife; kneels by his side ; 

And wipes the cold damp sweat from off his brow 
All wrongs forgotten; all insulted pride; 

And even she will kiss his forhead now. 

Pale there he lays to all appearance dead, 

And foam or froth is oozing from his mouth, 

My God she cries, must he by whiskey led 
Become a being to look on uncouth. 

In grief she sits and watches by his side, 

’Till he returns to consciousness again; 

When she refreshment for him will provide. 

Speaks to him calmly-kindly-yet very plain. 

My husband, O my husband; wilt thou still; 

Add misery, to this heart already torn; 

Cease from thy drinking— husband’s part fulfill. 
Wear the same smile; that by thee once was worn. 

Then would this wounded heart be lifted up. 

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For they, like me, have drank in sorrows cup. 
Wilt thou not listen to me, e’er thou die. 

|Thus, pleads the wife;—O drunkards are ye deaf; 
Has dram, on dram burnt every feeling out: 

Oh turn and give your wife, and babes relief 
Intemperate man—O drunkard—turn about. 

Drink not at all; taste not the poisonous stuff, 

Cast from your lips the tempting d-aught away ! 
For while you think you’ll take but just enough; 
Another dram may stretch you in the clay. 

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THE FARMING MAN. 

Who may with the farmer vie, 

See his fields, of wheat and rye, 

Harvest yields a rich supply; 

To the farming man. 

When the autumn winds appear.. 

See his corn, with golden ear, 
i Welcome season of the year; 

To the farming man. 

See the orchard’s fruitful tree’s, 

I Apples hang among the leaves, 

Peaches, better still than these r 
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And to make the sweetest wine, 
Pluck's the grape from off the vine; 
Every thing is done in time, 

By the farming man. 

Now he seeks the Quince, and plum, 
For preserves he must have some ; 
In good time all things are done, 

By the farming man. 

Horses fine, may farmer’s keep, 
Cows and hogs, and fleecy sheep, 
Every thing is here complete: 

With the farming man. 

Hehas buckwheat oats and hay, 
Fowls of many kinds that lay. 
Plenty crowns the autumn day ; 

For the farming man. 

Blest are they, who own a farm, 

For the country has a charm, 
Pleasing to the breast that’s warm ; 
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THE RICH MAN. 

Might I presume to caution here the rich, 

To trust not in uncertain riches here; 

That this world’s goods; may not their hearts bewitch, 
For earthly wealth may quickly disappear. 

Lay ye not treasures up; upon the earth, 

Where moth and rust corrupt each valued thine- 
Where thieves break thro’ and steal, ’tis hardly worth 
Your whiles; for even riches may take wing. 

Seek treasure in the Heavens; where naught can come, 
To rust, or .steal, the precious wealth on high; 

For where your treasure is; your heart is known 
i To cling ; either on earth, or in the sky. 

Jesus declared to lus disciples plain, 

The rich man scarcely could there enter in; 

Who then would for so short a time obtain, 

Wealth, lest it might influence him to sin. 

Again when one; (a young man) ask’d the Lord, 

Good Master; what good thing shall I do now, 

To gain eternal life; which will afford 
My mind, great satisfaction here to know. 

Keep the commandments, Jesus answered him. 

This have I done, from my youth up, he said; 

What lack I yet, to free me from all sin'? 

Is there aught more, in which I may have strayed? 

If thou would’st perfect be; replied the Son, 

Sell that thou hast and give it to the poor. 

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By following- me in truth forevermore. 

Now sorrowful tho young man went away. 

For he had great possessions; and much land, 

The rich are led by love of wealth astray, 

And forfeit Heaven that here they may live grand. 
If God hath lent yqu wealth, his only lent, 

Ye are but stewards in his household here, 

Be faithful; let your time and money spent, 

Be such, that even death you may not fear. 
Remember Dives, the rich man in the flame, 

Lifted his eyes; and Lazarus beheld, 

Reposing in the breast of Abraham 
Afar; the beggar’s grief was ail dispell’d, 

In hell, in torment, writhing with his pain, 

And scorch’d till thirst becomes intolerable: 

He cried, Oh send me help; good Abrtiham, 

For here my anguish is deplorable, 

Send Lazarus here, Oh Father send him soon! 

Were it but just to dip his finger in 

Cool water fresh, to cool my parching tongue; 

For here am I tormented for past sin. 

This cannot be, said Father Abraham, 

Thou in thy life was rich upon the earth; 

And at thy gate was laid, this poor, poor man, 
What did’st thou give to him of all thy worth 'l 
Then Lazarus was very, very poor: 

Evils and poverty and sorrows, his. 

Thy wealth is gone; his lasts forevermore, 

And thus I fear the rich may do amiss. 

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Besides all this there is a gulf twixt us; 

We cannot go from hence to give you aid, 

Neither can you, from thence come here, and thus, 
Relief from us impossible is made. 

Ye rich and proud, who glory in your wealth, 

And pomp; in gold and purple garments dressed, 
The fine habiliments you wear in health, 

Will they procure for you, in Heaven, a rest. 
Think of the rich man, and be generous heie, 
Think too of Lazarus’ happy, happy state; 

Give to the poor; on misery shed a tear, 

That you the rich man’s torment may escape. 

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What God hath join’d together 
Let no man put assunder; 

Peace make between them rather, 
Least they to evil wander. 

When man and wife looks dreary, 

Be careful not to strengthen 
The breach, least they may weary: 
Least you their grief may lengthen. 

The male, and female wedded, 

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The same path by them threaded, 

Should be here sweet communion. 

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Each happy, happy creature, 

Should dwell in sweet affection ; 

With gladness in each feature, 

Or gentle calm reflection. 

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The husband should be loving, 

He cannot look too kindly 
Towards his wife, approving, 

To faults; he may look blindly, 

The wife in turn should honor, 

The man to whom she’s married: 

In her it is dishonor, 

When disrespect has carried. 

Each seek to please the other, 

All others too forsaking: 

Thus, they in peace together, 

A life of love are making. 














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A life in peace so joyous, 

With nothing to annoy us; 

May we together gain. 

In thee, with fondest pleasure, 

I view’d a Christian treasure; 

Most worthy to obtain. 

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My feelings were consulted, , 

And theinquiry resulted; 

That I was free to choose, 

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Indeed thou may’st believe me; 

My heart did not deceive me; 

I could not thee refuse. 

All other forms were fleeting, 

I knew my hearts own beating; 

Unknown to me before. 

For while thee sat before me, 

And smiling sweetly, eye’d me; 

I felt I lov’d thee more. 

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Had known on earth; and never 
Could I those eyes forget. 

Like magic they spell-bound me, 

Like silken chains around me, 


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I could not be mistaken, 

None others could awaken; 

A love so strong and pure. 
Unmix’d with worldly notion, 
My hearts own deep devotion, 
Was placed on thee I’m sure. 

With fond solicitation, 

I sought thine approbation; 

Proud to be called thy wife, 
The name of husband truly, 
Was sacred, dear, and holy; 
Through all my wedded life. 


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THE MILLINER. 

The busy Milliner her needle plies, 

Stitch, after stitch, in quick succession rise. 

She clips the Leghorn, shapes each corner true, 
’Till it appears in form, the fashion new. 

And next the wire is firmly placed around, 

And silken lining therein too is found; 

Her slender fingers twine the ribband gay, 

And folds it round till it will neatly lay. 

By her the Satin bonnet’s made complete, 

With little trimming; modest plain and neat. 

She too the gay Calash, for fancy cress; 

Of eveiy color makes, that you can guess. 

Some trim with artificials, to adorn, 

The head-dress of the Ladies by them worn; 

The newest mode she aims to imitate, 

All in the fashion, must be formed first-rate. 

And while she thus adorns the gay and fair, 
Time to adorn herself she cannot spare; 

For Mil’iners must weary brain and mind, 

To please the Ladies’ fancies, all combined. 

Each Lady thinks her bonnet must be neat, 
That her sweet face beneath, may look more sweet; 

One must have lining, pink, to tinge the cheek, 
Another, white, or blue, or yellow, seek. 


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Some fancy much the color that is green, 

Each craves to have the prettiest bonnet seen; 

The Milliner still strives to please them all, 

And yet there’s some that can’t be pleas’d at all. 

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The Milliner must be possess’d of skill, 

Each fashion know, her task to please fulfill; 

She dearly earns her meed of praise from all, 
Which Ladies should remember when they call 

Tease not the patient Miliner too much, 

Your bonnet shall be neat and handsome: such, 
As to be seen must be admired by you ; 

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SONG. 

In sweet retirement shall my muse, 
Portray what fancy brings to view ; 

So much of loveliness perfuse, 
Imagination pictures too. 

Methinks I see celestial forms, 

In beauty clad, their anthems raise, 

The victory crown; each head adorns, 
On golden harps, they chant their lays. 

Eternal youth, and beauty theirs, 
Which nevermore shall feel decay: 

Age nevermore, their youth impairs, 
changless, they bask in endless day. 

They from the chrystal fountain drink, 
And eat the fruit of Paradise; 

Or walk beside the rivers brink, 

W1 rere pleasures new for them arise. 

They cull the flowers etherial bloom, 
Whose odor’s fill the air of heaven ; 

And here again their voices tune, 
Afresh to him who’s p leasure giv’n. 

There too, mesiah dwells divine, 

The joy of this pure happy throng; 

With'all the ancient race benign, 
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As stars high in the firmament, 

The righteous brightly ever shine; 

Their smile is still benevolent, 

Yet lovelier, holier; more sublime. 

Their melody enchants the soul, 

So sweet the strains that seem to flow ; 

One long continued ceasless roll, 

In perfect harmony they know. 

And now they join in chorus grand, 
Of Alleljahs, to the Lamb; 

O what a bright celestial band, 
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CREATION. 

Who can survey creation ocr, 

The boundless earth, and air and sky 
An l not the great 1 AM adore, 

Who reigns supreme, enthroned on high. 

The stationary sun he form’d, 

To fill the world with warmth and light; 
The canopy above adorn’d 

With moon and stars in splendor bright. 

Behold ! the rich and fertile lands, 

From East to West, from South to North, 
In bold relief, all nature stands, 

And admiration must call forth. 

When spring’s congenial warmth appears, 
To life, all vegetation springs ; 

The trees are clothed ; the prospect cheers, 
The warbler’s notes, thro' forest rings. 

Earth carpeted in velvet green, 

Adorn’d with flowers of every hue ; 

Vv ith here and there a rivulet seen, 

And over all the sky of blue. 

How beautiful hath nature made, 

The land and rivers, seas and Sky; 

In perfect grandeur all array’d, 

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The soil will yield a rich repast, 
Luxuriant growth’s, of various kind; 

Earths great resources are so vast, 

All beneficial for mankind. 

Nature provided an ample store, 

For food or raiment, taste, or smell; 

Some things for service, others, more 
Appear in beauty to excell. 

All form’d in wisdom, order’d wise. 

To suit the various wants of men, 

He by whose power, all things arise, 
Must be superlatively grand. 

His wisdom is past finding out, 

His goodness is uneqeal’d too; 

While worlds on worlds he turns about, 
Yet perfect order we can view. 

Mortals, finite survey the scene, 

All nature form’d completely o’er; 

Prostrate thyself to the supreme, 

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CONJUGAL FELICITY. 

Brighter than brilliant gems that’s seen, 
Upon the crown of Englands Queen; 

In royalty array’d, 

Is pure affection, mutual sweet, 

Where hearts in unison still beat: 

Through which true love’s convey’d. 

Where each within the other’s mind, 

An answering chord of -.truth can find; 

To bind their hearts in one. 

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Reciprocal their mutual sigh, 

And joy that sparkles from the eye; 
Which confidence has won. 

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Where such are link’d in marriage bond, 
Pleasures will rise for them beyond 
The happy wedding day; 

For each will find within their breast, 

An answering throb, for joy express’d: 
And happiness convey. 

And such in unison we find, 

Partake of pleasure more refind, 

Than wealth can e’er bestow; 

For in each other they possess, 

An object worthy to caress, 

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Each bosom thrill’s with perfect joy, 

A bliss which time cannot alloy; 

Age cannot chill their hearts ; 

But rather strengthens mutual love, 
Through weal, or woe the same will prove ; 
And blessed peace imparts. 

Then blessed be the union dear, 

Where confidence and love appear; 

To bring contentment sweet. 

Onward in happiness they glide, 

Each others pleasure is their pride; 
Changeless, with joy replete. 

In conjugal felicity, 

Fadeless on earth theil bliss shall be, 

Death cannot them divide. 

Beyond this world, there is a place 
Where they shall see each others face; 
Together there abide. 


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A DOCTOR’S SOLILOGLUY. 

Ah who a Doctor’s life would crave, 

And ride through' stormy wind and rain ; 
The blustering elements to brave, 

In quest of sickness woe and pain. 

To set for many a weary night, 

Beside the couch of agony: 

And watch disease its victim’s blight, 

And strive to reach the malady. 

And should his patient be restor’d, 

To life, and health and happiness; 

The toil and watchings he indur’d, 

May be repay’d with thankfulness. 

But Oh! if death, inspite of art; 

Claims for his prey, s me fated one, 

Tho’ skill and judgement did their part, 
The Doctor’s influence is done. 

At least with some, who deem his skill, 
Should piove infalibleto all; 

But mark me the Almighty’s will, 

The skill’d in healing can forstall. 

And now he sits at home at ease, 
Surrounded by his family; 

With some love’d prattler on his knees, 
Where all is joy and harmony. 

But hark! the scene must change for lo ! 

A rap is heard upon the door; 

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And ride with speed five miles or more. 
Away they go. through mire, alac, 

Knee deep sometimes into the mud ; 
The darkness so intensely black, 

That scarcely they can sec the road. 
Again at home his weary head, 

Is pillow’d ’neath the blankets warm ; 

All snugly laid on downy bed 
Nor dreams he of the coming storm 
Till rous’d by some unlook’d for call, 

He mounts again his faithful steed; 

Tho’ lightning’s flash, and thunders roll, 
Yet onwards he must urge with speed. 
Ah! who would then a Doctor be, 
Harass’d and weary worn with care, 
Exposed to dangers constantly; 

When fever rages every where. 

Perhaps must leave a wife, or child, 
Enduring pain, and sickness too ; 
Uneasiness and anguish wild, 

In hurried ideas pierce him through. 
Then who would be a Doctor, say ? 

For honor, wealth, or golden coin; 

To leave their treasur’d home each day; 
And all its pleasures thus resign. 

Away with skill! Physician’s pride; 

No longer will I be your drudge ; 

At home, sweet home, will I reside, 

Nor Doctor’s fame or honor grudge, 

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FRIEND RESPECTING THE BEAUTY OF EYES, THEIR 
COLOR, &C. 

Tell me not that eyes of blue 
Are the only lovely hue: 

Sweet celestial azure eyes, 

You alone can ever prize. j 

Sister friend 1 a darker hue, 

Lovelier is than that of blue: 

Hazel ? rich expressive bright, 

Or yet darker 'l black as night. 

Black as night % or rather brown: 

Stars they are in beauty’s crown. 

Brilliant eyes of hazel hue. 

Speak the soul of feeling true : 

Eyes intelligence impart, 

Thoughts betray, explain the heart, 

Would you look for sterling sense, 

Read the eye 'l and judge from thence ; 

Hazel, black, or brown if large, 

Richer glances can discharge , 

Strength and beauty either hue, 

Dazzling bright present to view. 

Keen the sight 'l yet affable; 

Darting glances laughable. 

Tell me not of heavenly blue, 

Darker eyes I love to view. 

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Yeti will not all condemn: 

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Beauty dwells in some of them. 
Some with mildness, sweetly beam, 
Some all innocence would seem . 
Some deep azure eyes express, 
Sense of feeling—tenderness, 

Such indeed may well be dear, 
Such we seldom see ^appear; 

Even such I would not prize, 

Half so dear, as darker eyes. 
Archly looks the sable eye. 

Neat the brows of raven dye; 
Silken lashes; long and fine, 
Proudly shield an orb benign, 
Fringe the lids; and sweetly close, 
Beauty adds and grace bestows. 
Angel orbs; than stars more bright. 
Shedding rays of love and lights; 
Tell me not of heavenly blues, 

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MEDITATION’S. 

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When deepening shades o’er^pread the lawn, 
And night’s dim curtain o er earth drawn ; 
Enshrine’s creation in its gloom, 

In silence lonely as the tomb. 

And when with mournful hollow sound, 

The whispering winds are heard around ; 

In those lone hours my spirit’s roam, 

My thought’s ascend to heaven, my home, 
And fancy pictures scenes of bliss, 

Unknown ! save in an hour like this. 

“There Majesty enthron'd 1 see; 

Exalted high in dignity .” 

With kingly honors Jesus crown’d; 

In Royal-robes Messiah found, 

In gorgeous splendor rich array’d; 

Wearing a wreath that cannot fade. 

A diadem of glory bright, 

Which endless ages cannot blight. 

Behold him seated on his throne; 

The King eternal matchless one. 

And see around him angel choirs, 

Forever tune anew their lyres; 

O rapturous bliss:—behold the throne, 

The endless theme of praise prolong; 
Angelic sweetness! breathing love, 

Through every avenue above. , 

Here countless seraphs may be seen; 

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A ransom’d race from death and sin. 
Behold the scene; superbly grand, 

Celestal spirits: happy land. 

O could vain mortals ; only see, 

The joy’s prepar’d for them and me: 

And cease from sin and earthly care, 

Each might a crown of beauty wear. 

O had they once those mansion’s seen, 

And Prince Emanuel with his sheen ; 

So much of dazzling Glory bright, 

Must captivate their wandering sight. 

And fill their souls with homage true, 

So much of excellence to view: 

Each precious moment then employ, 

Each mortal may this heaven enjoy. 

If holiness they practice here. 

God will translate them to that sphere ; 

To each a mansion will be giv’n, 

And perfect peace dwell through all heav’n. 
And saints and angel’s all unite, 

With holy joy! and pure delight; 

In chanting anthems to the son. 

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O fond memory ! why portray, 

Images of former years; 

Must remembrance ever stray, 

Over scenes which time endears. 
When each youthful heart was light. 
Pleasure glow’d in every breast; 

And each tender eye was bright, 

Joy each countenance express’d, 

Then a Brother’s smile I knew. 

Then a brothers love was mine; 

But alas ! how chang’d the view, 

Ah ! how chang’d the present time. 

Where are now those youthful friends, 
Are they in existence still; 

Dear remembrance ever blends, 

And the past my bosom fills. 

One, by one the tie hath brok’n, 
Sever’d friendship’s dearest chain; 
Sure their absence must betok’n 
That but few can now remain, 

Still a cherish’d few remain, 

Whom affection closer bind: 

Were but former friends again, 

In one little circle join'd. 

Pleasing idea to imagine,' 

All who claim my just regard; 
Kindred dear and engaging. 


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Could my love with smiles reward. 
Nature wove my tender heart, 
Form’d it of the warmest mould; 

Of such texture that no art, 

Could benumb with feelings cold. 
Feelings cold towards a friend, 

In my breast could never dwell: 

No—esteem must ever tend, 

Pure in friendship to excell. 
Friendship soothing tender name, 
Twine thy chords around my soul; 
We thy hallow’d presence claim, 
Thou our feelings shalt control. 

Separation cannot chill, 

Absence cannot freeze the heart: 
Deep within this bosom still, 

One shall ever claim a part. 

Yes! a brother still is dear, 

He shall ever be belov’d, 

Though his presence cannot cheer, 
Though his footsteps hath remov’d. 
O’er the mountain’s frowning top, 
Long he tarries far from home; 
’Till my heart’s bereft of hope, 
Brother dear, why dost thorn roam. 
Need I ask the secret cause, 

Why from us thou dost remain: 
For thy skill thou hast applause, 
Gold thy object is to gain. 










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Gold cannot suffice for me, 

Gold I seek not to obtain: 

Rather would I be with thee, 

Than the richest coffers drain. 

One beloved brother here, 

Does remain to claim my love: 

And a sister doubly dear, 

Ever must my heart approve. 

Parents aged and infirm, 

Binds my heart to them an d home; 

And their kindness 1TI return, 

Pure as ocean crystal foam. 












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As some bright being beautifully form’d, 

Still mem’ry fresh, recalls thy graceful mein; 

’Twas purity alone thy mind adorn’d, 

With Virtue! such as rarely may be seen. 

Not with wooing lover’s partial glance. 

Do 1 survey thy matchless youthful charms; 

Meekness and modesty thy charms enhance, 
And purest piety thy bosom warms. 

In mem’ry still I hear thy silvery vcico, 

Sweet as the gentle Dove’s fond notes to me; 

When on the thorn-tree by her mate of choice, 
She softly sings the sweetest melody. 

I still can hear thy light and fawn-like step, 
Like mountain nymph, or fairy, by me glide: 

As when a deer by some lone rivulet crept, 

Or bounded gaily o’er the forest wide. 

Such I remember thee—a being bright, 

All innocence and maiden purity. 

A model, or example to excite, 

Others to emulate such worth in thee. 

May some kind angel ever hover near, 

Some ministering seraph watch o’er thee; 

’Till thy unfetter’d spirit shall appear, 

With wreaths of glory in eternity. 















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STANZA. 

Ye Lords of creation, 

That govern the nation; 

With absolute monarchy now, 

May the power thus given, 

By the Donor of Heaven, 

In wisdom encircle your brow. 

God never intended, 

That power extended, 

Beyond the protection of all, 

For female protection, 

He made the selection; 

But never design’d she should fall. 

Beneath him in station, 

For in her formation, 

God gave her pre-eminence high; 

In tender affection, 

The palm of perfection, 

To her you alone can apply. 

Then may you endeavour, 

To cherish her ever; 

This boon, the most precious to guard. 

For earth she has gladden’d ; 
Without her all sadden’d, 

The world you would never regard. 












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Then Lords of creation, 

While proud of your station, 

Be kind to a delicate mind. 

For women inherit, 

By nature true merit, 

With truth and pure innocence join’d 

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Ladies would you favor gain, 
Friendship worthy to obtain; 

Of your beauty be not vain, 

Or too conceited. 

Maidens would you lovers win, 
Modestly you must begin ; 

Coquetry if not a sin, 

May be defeated. 

Lovely, smiling, pretty lass, 

Think, while standing at the glass, 
Youth must wither, like the grass, 

Tis fading ever. 

Wedded wives would you possess, 
Husband’s fondest pure caress ; 
Charm him by your cheerfulness, 
Wandering never. 

















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Seldom gossip—keep at home, 

Have a neat and tidy room ; 

Dinner served up just at noon, 

In perfect neatness. 

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For he will expect from you, 

Honor and obedience too; 

Sometimes more than you can do, 

With wonted meekness. 

Still with patience, gentle kind, 

Seek to captivate his mind ; 

You his heart may closer bind 
In sweet affection. 

Should he not appreciate, 

Such devotion in you great; 

Humbly try to bear your fate, 

In mute subjection. 

Meekly raise your downcast eyes, 

Seek for bliss beyond the skies; 

Only found in Paradise, 

With Eden beauty. 

When your tongue is promp’d to pray, 

Ask a blessing every day; 

For your husband—thus you may, 
Discharge your duty. 














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STANZA. 

Gentlemen would you obtain 
Honour, wealth and noble fame: 

Never once the goblet drain, 

Drink brandy never. 

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Would you ladies’ favor win, 

Never think of drinking gin, 

For it is a cruel sin, 

A stigma ever. 

Dandies who mustachios wear 
Strutting vainly here and there; 

Death will catch you in his snare, 

To fill a coffin. 

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Gentlemen in wedded life, 

Would you seek to please your wife, 

And avoid the ills of life, 

With all its scoffing. 

Let your footsteps seldom stray, 

Wandering never far away; 

Least your absence may betray, 

Coldness and neglect. 

For she will expect from you 
Kindness and affection too, 

This to her is ever due, 

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With unfeign’d respect. 

Treat her tenderly and kind, 

Thus attract her gentle mind; 

You her heart may closer bind, 
Fondly and truly. 

Should she not such worth reward, 
All your love still disregard ; 

Try to bear your fate tho’ hard, 
With her—unruly. 

And with fortitude kneel down, 
Seek the only true renown ; 

God will then bestow a crown, 

Of sterling beauty. 

Never once forget in pray’r, 

For your wife to ask a share; 

And invoke the heavenly care, 
Thus perform your duty. 


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MARRIAGE, 

While memory’s fresh let me describe, 

A nuptial scene of pomp and pride;] 

Where young and gay, and fair are seen, 

In one bright mass; in beauteous sheen. 

Behold! the fair and blushing bride! 

With manly bridegroom by her side. 

I pause to view the matchless grace, 

Appearing in her form and face; 

Where bashfulness, with crimson blush; 

Of modesty her features flush. 

Her snow-white robes an emblem seen, 

Of the pure spotless mind unseen; 

The rose enwreath’d around her brow, 

Portrays her blushing beauty now. 

Who can portray in words like this, 

Her pulse wild beating thrill of bliss; 

Long treasur’d hoards of love and joy, 

Her bosom fills; her thoughts employ. 

Each earthly wish is now complete; 

With future happiness replete. 

And see the bridegroom much admir’d, 

In richest costume, gay attir’d; 

With frank and manly brow serene, 

Fill’d with high hopes his noble mein 
With youthful vigor strength and pride; 

Views with delight his wedded bride. 

Reciprocal their plighted love; 

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Now register’d on liigli above. 

With dainties rare the table’s crown’d, 
Festivity and mirth abound. 

Here grace and beauty sweetly blend, 

And vie with each, each to transcend: 

Here all in wild confus’d delight, 

In song and dance and laugh unite. 
Fearless, the future, all forgot, 

Whirling in pleasure—heed it not. 

Dare I presume to scan the scene, 

Where such hiliarity has been ; 

So jovial! with bewitching wiles, 

The heedless youth ensnar’d beguiles. 

The syren song and merry dance; 

Mislead the.young the mind entrance. 
These noble energies were giv’n ; 

For nobler purposes by Heaven. 

He form’d your agile limbss so free, 

In humbleness to bend the knee ; 

With various hue and curious wrought. 

He form’d the eye with beauty fraught; 
That you might raise those eyes on high, 
And seeing—bless him in the sky. 

Youi tongues so musical and sweet; 

Should only Heaven’s language speak. 

He gave you this reflecting mind, 

That you might worship him thro’ time. 
Then mingle not with pride and mirth, 
Know that you soon shall leave this earth ; 











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Where reckoning must be giv’n of all 
You’ve said or done on you he’ll call, 

Then mingle not in dance or song, 

To note’s of praise your pow’rs belong. 

On earth prepare your tuneful voice; 

That you with angels may rejoice, 

Array’d in heavenly costume bright; 

Ill bridal garments pure and white, 

You then may aid to celebrate, 

A marriage supper grand and great, 

Of God’s own Son, and Princely heir, x 

For whom he did this feast prepare. 

The church all glorious as a bride, 

With Christ forever shall reside; 

United in the bonds of love 
Christ and his bride shall dwell above. 


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HOME. 

On the brow of a hill, neatly sloping we live, 

Our mansion, for comfort: by few is surpass’d: 

And while I attempt a description to give, 

I trust that this residence ever may last. 

An humble ! vet neat little building of frame, 

' Containing four rooms on the nethermost floor, 

But little adorn’d, yet with furniture plain ; 
i : Tis neatly array’d; and we ask for no more. 

The green yard enclosed ; is all planted with trees, 

Of fruits so delicious for flavor, and rare; 

The scenery charming; cannot fail to please, 

An aspect of plenty; forever must wear. 

The rose, and sweet-brier for fragrarnce renown’d, 
Perfume with sweet odour’s, the air in the yard ; 

Their leaves may keep drooping ; and fall to the ground^ j 
Yet still with delight, these lov’d bushes we’ll guard. 

In front of our dwelling ; r a village is seen, 

O’er which we can look with a feelingof pride ; 

Yet doubly enchanting; and charming the scene, 

Where rock’s overhanging: in view still abide. 

Huge masses presented: in piles to the sight, 

With wild flowers cover’d ; with moss overgrown ; 
Romance in wild mixtures, together delights, 
Withfeelings of rapture we cannot disown. 

Those rock’s in their grandeur, l love to behold, 

With awe, all amaz’d; retrospectively turn ; 

To day’s when the Saviour with robbers enroll’d, 

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With thieves on the cross, was suspended and hung. 
These rocks then were rent, and asunder they btoke, 
Here lie, a memorial, to ages unborn. 

In dread sounds like thunder,Gods wrath they bespoke 
Re-echoing afar, and asunder were torn. 

And long may Galgotha, remember with woe, 

The day, when earth quak’d to her centre and groaned 
The sun in deep mourning appearing, and lo! 

The saints left their graves, his Divinity own’d. 


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THE TALENT- 

One talent God hath given me, 
Which long I have conceal’d; 
And kept it buried privately, 
Till chance the truth reveal’d. 


I thought the world austere and hard, 
Nor dar’d to trust its frown ; 

Least my weak verse it might discard, 
My poetry cry down. 

But least the Lord should interest crave, 
For this small talent giv’n j 
I will all criticism brave, 

And interest pay to heav’n. 














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Art thou O man:—prepared to be, 

The harbinger of Holy- writ; 

A minister from error free, 

With holy zeal and fervor lit. 

First cleanse thine heart, from aught impure. 

Pluck every weed from out the soil; 

Then count on patience to endure, 

In humbleness, thy task of toil. 

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If thou wouldst teach earth’s family; 

That pride is vain, and empty too, 

Let not fine garb’s be worn by thee, 

Or else thy mission is untrue. 

Wouldst thou proclaim that God is pure ; 

And wills that man should holy be: 

With thine own bright example sure 
Thou canst not preach more forcibly. 

Wouldst thou the Christian onward lead 1 
To tread the paths of peace below ; 

That he the sacred page must read, 

Thou too; its mandate’s first must know. 

First teach thyself, this humble truth j 
That thou art but a servant here: 

That Christ thy master, will, forsooth, 

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In judgement call thee to appear. 

Then when the high commands of God. 

By thee are taught to other men: 

The same way by thee must be trod 

If thou woudst ever profit them: 

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NAPOLEON’S INFIDELITY. 

Though fame hath wreath’d Napoleon’s brow, 
With laurels ever green ; 

He faithless broke his marriage vow, 
Abandon’d Josephine. 

This noble woman, was the wife, 

That he had sworn to love through life. 

When from obscurity he rose, 

To pow’r and grandeur’s height; 

She who had shar’d in all his woe’s, 

He banish'd from his sight. 

Divorc’d the faithful Josephine, 

Who noblest of her sex had been. 

Ingratitude of darkest hue, 

The Emperor display’d : 

Napoleon’s wife devoted, true, 

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Basely deserted when in power. 

With proud ambition swelling high, 

A tyrant he became; 

And with a conquerors flashing eye. 

His base proposals name. 

To wed an Austrian Princess now, 

The heartless Monarch did avow. 

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This dastard act of perjury 
Will stigmatize his name ; 

Napoleon brand with treachery*. 

Ingratitude—not fame. 

He took another for his bride, 

The laws of God and man defied. 

But hark! and hear the sequel through, 
Prosperity now fled j 
Vengeance his wreckless step pursues, 
Wrath’s shower’d on his head. 

Deserted by the French—revil’d, 

To lone St. Helena exil’d. 

Did she for whom he had forsook; 

The partner of his youth : 

With pity on the exile look, 

Fulfill her plighted truth. 

Like him she prov’d a truant now, 

When fortune frown’d, she broke her vow. 











napoleon’s inidelity. 

Louisa fled to her own land, 

His exile would not share ; 

And to another gave her hand, 

For she was young and fair, 

She never lov’d Napoleon—no; 

He merited desertion too. 

But had the hero faithful been, 

To honor, justice, truth— 

And not forsaken Josephine, 

The cherished of his youth, 

Averted might have been his fall, 

At least she would have shar’d it all. 

Break not Gods laws—for he hath said, 
Yea—thus farshalt thou go; 

And here shall thy proud waves be stay’d 
Mortals, his pow’r shall know 
That which ye mete to other men, 

It shall be meted back again. 

Through pride Napoleon did exalt, 
Himself—and was abas’d; 

Justice o’ertook this man of fault, 

Him punish’d and disgrac’d. 

The exile of St Helena, 

God banisd’d for his perjury. 











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. HOLINESS. 

WITHOUT WHICH NO MAN CAN SEE THE LORD. 

Some would sink human nature low, 

And stamp depravity on all, 

Make it impossible to know 
Or do the will of lieav’n at all, 

That all in sin must live and die, 

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Beware, Jehovah cannot lie. 

Why then did God bid man become 
Holy as he is holyjfound 'l 
And for example sent his son 
To teach the way truth might abound. 

Then will you not the lord believe; 

The errors of the past retrieve. 

Yea! He has bid his image man, 

Be perfect, and they might be so; 

God would not mock us then we can 
Fulfill what he would have us do. 

He bids our righteousness exceed, 

The scribes and Pharisees indeed. 

Come out my people from the world, 

That ye partake not of her sin ; 

Be seperate—for Sinners hurl’d, 

In darkness vengeance shall drink in. 

5 Tis God has bid you sin forsake, 

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j ’Tis God has said, be good and great. 

Be not deceiv’d, you might be wise, 

You might be holy—happy here; 

Were it impossible to rise, 

Would he have bid you pure appear. 

Ye double minded purify 
Your hearts be fore you come to die 

The son of man was flesh and blood, 
Tempted in all points as we are, 

And yet his fame unrival’d stood: 

A bright example guiding star, 

A pattern all should imitate, 

Like him be virtuous good and great. 

Well may the East boast of this son, 
Whose fame eclips’d the sons of earth ; 
Whose strict integrity hath won, 

For human nature strength henceforth, 

The same lifeblood through his veins ran, 
Who sanctified the name of man. 

The son of God in mortal form, 

His name untarnish’d left behind : 

Frail human nature by him worn, 
Immortalized, and made divine. 

Jesus w’hile we thy life admire : 

To follow thee may we aspire. 














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Unwavering in the cause of truth, 

Thy life was mark’d with purity, 
Unblemish’d morals from thy youth 
Exalted grace and dignity, 

In thee was center’d every grace ; . 

That dignifies the human race. 

Grave in his manner—wise discreet, 
Laughter and mirth he never join’d 
Tho’ thousands worship’d at his feet, 

In him no haughtiness we find ; 

Tears of compassion oft he shed 
And bow’d in humbleness his head. 

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Thy character O Lord we prize, 

Aid us to imitate thy ways ; 

That we o’er evil may arise, 

And worthy becto give thee praise— 

The righteous pray’r availeth much— 

But sinners, he will not hear such. 

The Lord hath call’d the wicked’s prayer, 
Abominations in his sight; 

Unless from sin they will forbear 
In them he never can delight: 

Believe his word, and strive to be, 

Holy that you his face may see. 











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THE LORD’S-DAY MORNING. 

Once more the hallow’d mom has come, 
To worship God, and his dear son ; 

Devoted at the shrine 
Ot holiness, and truth sincere, 

As Christians at his church appear: 

To worship him Divine. 

The soul, enrapturing theme of joy 
And praise, this day our tongues employ. 

Wrap’d in amazement deep, profound, 
We listen to the Gospel sound; 

That speaks of Jesus name. 

Our hearts with holy fervor glow, 

To hear the boon God did bestow ; 

The gift of Jesus slain— 

Our hearts with sacred impulse move, 
r J o hear the Saviour’s dying love. 

The Herald of this Gospel news, 
Kneeling, with touching words profuse; 

Beseeches heav’nly care. 

To guide, and guard the human race, 
With most becoming zeal and grace 
Pathetic, breathes his pray’r, 

A holy calm the assembly feel, 

Their souls have felt the grand appeal. 
And now with melody, and grace, 















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Devotion printed on each face; 

They chant the solemn Hymn; 

Their souls have caught the holy flame. 
And seem to mingle with the strain; 

Of those redeem’d from sin. 

How sweet and touching is the scene. 
Divine and beautiful the theme. 


Jesus belov’d, bestow thy grace. 

Within our hearts, thine image trace; 

The spirit of thy love 
That when we leave this world of woe. 
Where thou art gone, we too may go ; 

And dwell with thee above. 
Surounded by symphonious choirs, 
Attune with them melodious lyres. 


















WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR. 


Who is my neighbor; is it he ! 

That lives beside my dwelling place: 
Who at my table feasts with me, 

And honors with his friendly face. 

That in prosperity will bow, 

And grasp with eager warmth my hand ; 
And when adversity lays low, 

“Would farther at a distance stand,” 

Ah ! no, my neighbor would be found; 

In him who helps in time of need: 

With friendship’s oil to heal each wound. 
And such I call a friend indeed. 

And when the ills of life oppress, 
Sickness, and poverty, and pain: 

Would lend a helping hand to bless, 

And with his purse refreshments gain. 

Such is the neighbor I would prize, 
Whose frank, and generous noble heart: 
Unbias’d ; free from all disguise: 

Is ready ever to impart. 

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In weal or woe, through good and ill, 

To be my faithful friend on earth: 

Who did a neighbors part fulfill, 

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Oh ! Mary ! I remember well, 

When you were young and fair: 

Within thipe eye, there was a spell, 

Of winning witchery there. 

Yes ! I remember, well thy face, 

And glossy ringlets brown: 

Thy sweet, and most becoming grace, 
Attracting all around, 

Thy golden earrings proudly hung, 

From ears of neatest form: 

The silvery music of thy tongue, 

Could merriment prolong. 

1 loved to see thy girlish glee, 

And hear thy merry laugh: 

Which came unbidden, gay and free, 

With joy in thy behalf. 

Sweet sister I can ne’er forget, 

The beauty of thine eye: 

The loss of which must cause regiet, 

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They tell me that thy sight is gone, 

O sister can this be: 

That thou wilt never see the dawn, 

Of morning beam on thee. 

I lov’d thee as a sister dear, 

When beauty lent thee charms; 

“But now a purer feeling here, 

My breast towards thee warms. ' 

I think of all the pleasing scenes, 

Thou must on earth resign, 

When musing over various themes 
Of tenderness through time. 

Thou canst not see the form beloved, 
To thee, on earth most dear; 

Oh! why hath God thy sight removed, 
In darkness left thee drear. 

O Mary, trust him, ever wise, 

Nor doubt his care for thee: 

Pray that he may restore thine eyes. 
Thy prayer may granted be. 

If not— with holy light arise, 

And heavenly beauty see: 

All beautiful in Paradise, 

A mansion there for thee. 












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He. will not leave thee sightless here. 
In anguish to reside: 

For strength in weakness shall appear. 
And angels will thee guide. 

Remember God will chasten all, 

Who heirs of heaven shall be: 

This grievous loss may be|a call, 
Design’d through love for thee. 

With Christian meekness bear thy loss, 
With eyes of faith look high; 

To him, who suffer’d on the cross, 
“Much greater agonies.” 


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FANCY’S SKETCH. 

Who may gaze upon the sun, 
Dazzling with his fiery ray: 

Oft hast thou my wonder won, 
Ruling plunnet of the day. 

Mortal man may not presume, 

With the naked eye to scan: 

Dare not gaze on thee at noon, 

Nor thy breadth can ever span. 

Mighty or'o; bestowing light, 
Brightly l earning ever grand, 

And anon dispelling night. 

To illumine every land. 

When thy rays are bright and warm; 
Nature springs to life again: 

Every plant assumes the form; 

Of a resurrection gain. 

Is there not a myst’ry here, 

Dare I trust my tongue to speak: 

God is light this truth is clear, 

Mists and darkness he can break. 

Who may gaze upon his face, 

Who may look and yet survm. 

Moses stood on holy place; 










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Yet was veiled that he might live, 

God is ever shedding light, 

Rays refulgent, from his hand: 

Truths dispelling mists of night, 

Through his Gospel, o’er the land. 

“When like plants of winter doom’d, 

Which are frozen in tire ground: 

We snail like them be entomb’d, 

Shall we not Lke them be found. 

When the Son of righteousness, 

Shall appear in dazzling light; 

Shall we not be rais’d in bliss. 

Resurrected pure and bright. 

But where is Jehovah’s throne. 

Where is now the holy land," 

Which in rays of splendor shone, 

Most superlatively grand. 

And Jerusalem on high, 

Famous City ever bright: 

“Can it be that mortal eye, 

Hath been gladden’d by thy light" 

Heathen oft in days of yore, 

Knelt in homage to the sun. 

And as God did it adore, 

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fancy’s sketch. 

Which perhaps is but his throne. 

“Can it be that when the sun, 

Shall be blotted out above, 
Where for ages he has won, 
Adoration, praise and love, 


In the resurection morn, 

Shall descend to dwell with men. 
With those radiant beams adorn, 
New creation perfect then.” 

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Who can fathom the great and migldy deep 
Or span creation in its grandeur o’er: 

Can -count the numberless, or counting keep 
The numbers of the sand on ocean’s shore. 


How vain ! O man ! is all thy boasted might, 
Futile! and insignificant; thy pride; 

Thy earthly wisdom powerless and light. 

Tho canst not even earthly thing’s decide. 

Much less ascend to penetrate the vail, 

That shrouds futurity from human eye 
i Ye that the pure refreshing breeze inhale, 

Can never tell from whence those winds arise. 

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Canstthou, O man ! the lightning's flash control, 
Or hold the melting fluid in thy hand : 

Or canstthou cause, to cease the thunders roll; 
Or will tae foaming sea, heed thy command. 

I Then what is earthly wisdom, pride, or strength, 
j Compard with diety !—Jehovah’s power: 

! Whose untold years are numberless in length: 

• Whose searching eye see’s all things every hour. 

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Then boast no more ; thy nothingness confess, 
Weak man shrink back into thy self again: 
i For thou hast naught here worthy to possess, 

| Save the undying spirits kindling flame. 

Then seek not pomp, or wealth, or earthly fame; 
God seeks the weakest to confound the wise: 
“But let your honor be unblemish’d name, 

Your great inheritanee beyond the skies.” 












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MODERN INFIDELS. 

There are professors in our land, 

Who do not truth yet understand, 

Or if they do ; speak falsehood bland; 
They are deceivers, the most grand, 
The wily Universalists. 

Scripture foretells this truth most wise, 
That in those days, there should arise, 
False prophets, many in disguise; 

To change the truth; and blind the eyes 
They must be Universalists. 

They tell the wicked not to grieve* 

For happiness they shall receive; 

All guilt on earth, is right believe, 

Thus modern Infidels deceive; 

I mean the Universalists. 

Man may inflict; much woe or pain, 
With blood his guilty hands may stain 
Yet grieve not that his brother slain, 
For he at last will heav’n obtain; 

So say the Universalists. 

And one would almost think to hear, 
Their oily tongues, so slick appear, 
That they the grave would never fear; 
And hasten death, to heav’n draw near, 










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Why not so, Universalisis. 

Man may get drunk; or lie, or steal, 
And many tilthy deeds conceal, 

Yet he remorse should never feel, 
Forheav'n to him, wflljoy reveal; 
Thus say the Universalists. 

What need of law, or Church below; 
If i one shall condemnation know, 
Men need not prea . . s now they do; 
For all to heav’n at last will go : 

Even the Universalists. 

Should Universalists bear sway. 

Our country would be led astray; 

And rapine flourish every day. 
Goodwill and peace, be done away, 

To please the Universalists. 

I’d like to know what kind of place, 
Would heavn be, if we could trace; 
Depicted on its inmates face, 

So much of foul, and deep disgrace; 
As taught by Universalists. 

Can darkness mingle with the light; 
Or infidels, in truth delight, 

Or devils dwell with angels bright; 
And in one chorus all unite, 











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As say the Universalists. 

I wonder what the scriptures mean, 

By speaking of the gulf between ; 

The good and evil; which was seen, 
Tlnire surely must be some unclean, 

They may be, Universalists. 

1 fear there’s some may howl and weep, 
When they shall find the abyss deep; 
And they in torments justice reap, 

For slighted truth, they did not keep: 

For instance. “Universalists.” 

Their Doctrine’s too well known to make, 
Believers now, the truth forsake; 

They only can the evil take, 

Their welcome to the scoffing rake; 

Most welcome, Universalists. 
















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THE HYPOCRITE. 

The hypocrite, we soon may trace, 

He wears a sanctimonious face; 

Ani in the Church s^eks highest place. 
And long and loud, he prays for grace; 

Till repetition must erase, 

All thoughts of good in eveiy case, 

Where worldly men for motives base, 
j Repeat things nft n out of taste; 

As do the Hypocrites. 

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They will prof ss, t) be your friend. 

The hand of friendship oft extend; 

Kind messages, will often send, 

Each word with honied speech will blend ; 
“But should you ask him aught to lend," 

I To your request he’ll not attend, 

For you he will n it money spend, 

“Till double int'r’st has been pen’d," 
Ask’d by the Hypocrite. 

None is so smooth, and bland as he, 

None claims a truer friend to be ; 

To every thing he will agree; 

While to your face, conversing free, 

But when behind your back, ah! me, 

He tell’s your faults with perfect glee ; 
And even truth ; sometimes may flee, 














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That others may your follies see; 

Thus acts the Hypocrite. 

They still endeavor to look fair, 

And oft their honesty declare ; 

But should you deal with them beware; 
For you bad need to take much care, 

Or they will cheat, “ere your’e aware," 
And while they pick your pockets bare, 
Express their hopes for your wellfare; 
He thus deceives, by treachery rare, 
False hearted hypocrite. 


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THp CHRISTIAN. 

"When silent eve conies gently on, 

And twilight gathers round: 

’Tis then i love to muse upon, 

The truths in Scripture found. 

With calm delight; and holy joy, 

I ponder o’er it long: 

And white those thoughts my mind employ, 
Contrasting right with wrong. 

I see portray’d a Christian here, 

A man that loves his Uod: 

With ell his mind and strength, in fear, 

In virtue’s path hath trod. 

With trusting faith, repentance craves, 
Obeys his i ord’s eommand: 

And in his future walk and ways. 

Points to the holy land. 

Swear not at all, ’tis too profane, 
Christians should ever bless; 

And clothe the naked, hide his shame, 

And soothe the poor’s distress 

With God-likc mercy to extend, 

Love to your enemies: 

The widow and the oi-phans friend. 














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As much ns in you lies. 

Visit the sick, where pain or grief, 
Hath blanch’d the cheek with woe; 
Hasten to give them what relief, 

Thou canstto them bestow. 

Thine alms in secrecy bestow, 

Where aims are needed most: 

Let none but Christ thy Savior know* 
Or thy reward is lost. 

Seek not thy person to adorn, 

Like whited sepulcher; 

Let the apparrel by thee worn. 

Thy humbleness infer. 

Thou must in holy faith appear, 
Before the mercy seat; 

If God thy pray’r will ever hear, 

Thy lips the truth must speak. 

Thou must imbibe the purity; 

And spirit of thy Lord; 

Attain to this—and perfect be, 

With Heav’n for thy reward. 












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TIME. 

Time, ceaseless time; how rapid is its flight, 
Heedless! pursues its course, reckless of woes; 

And carries with Him, youth and beauty bright, 

And steals from many a check that’s fair, the rose, j 
And in oblivion hides the rich and poor, 

Remorseless! hurries on to gather more. 

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Old Father Time; must long since have been gray, ; 

And wrinkled, furrow’d o’er with lengthen'd years; j 
1 Thousands of centuries he has seen decay, 

Still havoc makes; while he on earth appears, 

And will, ’till time himself, worn out shall lie, j 

! Thread-bare, and tottering; cease to be, and die. 

That period fast is hastening to a close, 

Nature already feels her certain doom; 

And signs, and symptoms of decay disclose, 

Of the great final day’ foretold to come, 

God’s angel standing on the earth and sea, 

Swears by his name; Time shall no longer be. 

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Nations and people shad be turn’d to clay, 

i Age, after age shall crumble into dust; 

But the destroyer, shall be swept away, 

In non-existence, shall his memory rust, 

And time shall dwindle 10 the shortest span— 

Cease to exist; when his ong race is run. 











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< All things created, must be done away, 

The heav ns and earth; and lengthen’d years of time.' 
When God will new, and brighter forms display, 
Celestial re-creation; all divine, 

The small and great are then transformed to be. 
Exempt from Time, and death: immortal free. 


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duick, bring all nature to its fund close; 

That we our final destiny may read, 

Enraptured taste the bliss, which God bestows; 
Prepare! to be prepared, this day to meet; 
Henceforth your joys and pleasures shall be sweet, 

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THE TESTAMENT 

WILL STAND THE TEST OF TIMS. 

Our populated country see. 

One mass of incongruity; 

Where all should as the family be, ' 
Of God the sire of all— 

Where social converse should abound 
Discord and controversy’s found ; 
Throughout the Universe around, 
Among the great and small. 

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Is this not dark ingratitude ] 

To the Great Author of all good, 

His counsels wise to have withstood ; 

Rebellious race beware— 

For God has plae d vou in a land. 
Superbly lovely rich and grand j 
O’er all me earth give you command, 
Lords of creation fair. 

To you is freedom'guaranteed, 

But seek not God to supercede h 
His ah protecting power you need, 

To guide your steps aright: 

Did not ^ uui iuy l uiviii place, 
You here to run the Christian race, 
That you the joys above might taste? 
Unsuuieu, t <uie deiight. 

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THS TESTAMENT 


WILL STAND THK TEST OF TIME. 

How strange that human beings stray 1 
From the pure fountain-head away, 

To hew out cisterns by the way. 

From broken cisterns drink; 

Aside they lay Christ’s Testament, 

To read some favorites late comment— 
And judge their time much better spent, 
Than for themselves to think. 

This should not be, all should be taught 
Fiom writings sacred penmen wrought; 
All other books av liieth nought. 

The Testament will stand 
The test of time and scrutiny— 

Trie standard work of purity: 

Learn from its pages, and agree, 

Read Truths sublime and grand. 

All bigotry we should avoid, 

Our time and thoughts should be employ’ 
In searching wisdom unalloy'd, 

Uumixed with partial views: 

Yv r e all are liable to err, 

From all productions tins infer. 

And some the wrath of God incur 
By twisting texts they use. 

Did God design things should be so? 










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POEMS. 


Was it for this he bid you know 
His will, that yon might counter go, 

To what H is w rd conveys? 

Thus hath He said, “be of one min i, 
Fables, traditions leave behind; 

The Gospel only can you bind, 

A rceord worthy praise.” 

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■ Henceforth arise, unstop your ears, 

■ The Glorious Gospel light appears; 

Its gladdening beams the bosom cheers, 

Anoint your eyes and see, 

No longer trust man’s wisdom vain, 
From Christ alone you can obtain; 

The words of Truth, that life may gain, 
And Immortality.. 

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STANZAS. 

Where, O where shall we go to find, 

True pleasure and happiness pure ? 
Would a crown bring peace to the mind; 
A crown that was earthly endure? 

The weight of its gems would oppress, 
The wearer be doom’d to distress. 

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Shall we go to <he sunny clime ? 

Where the orange and lemon grow; 

















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Or the land where the rubies shine. 

To the coial strand shall we go 1 
"Where the diamonds spaiMeso bright, 

Shall we go there to find delight 1 

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To the halls of grandeur and mirth, 

Shall we go in quest of the prize 1 
O w.iere shall we s ‘ireh on this earth ; 

Wealth, wislon and power denies: 

Where, O wh re is the treasure known, 

In Heav’n true pl easure’s found alone. 

In infinite wisdom we’ll trust, 

Jeh< vah the God of the s u!; 

Sh i ik n a from the grave-worm or dust, 

'1 he Spirit eariii cannot contro 1 , 

W e trust the great • . od evermore; 

With hope an 1 delight we adore. 

Our language shall be to the last, 

Thy will holy •other be done; 

Wherever our 1 >t m ty lie c is?, 

We’ll lean for support on thy son: 

Ahov? wo shall h ippi less find, 

An 1 pleasure the purest combin’d. 

When soirows intru le in the breast, 
Disappointments sad len t!ie heait; 

The hope of the future imprest, 

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A halo of joy shall impait— 

■We’ll trust ;»i Jehovah supreme, 

For peace ill a is pure and serene. 

If God be our Father and friend, 

We fear not the power of man; 

Strength, love with alliietion he’ll blend* 
The thoughts of all hearts he will scan; 
We’ll trust to his infinite grace, 

The truth He Las promis’d embrace. 


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STAN^AS, 

Why should we fondly cling to clay* 

To litis frail earthly tenement; 

Is there not brighter scenes away, 

And purer greater sweet content. 

How oft our fondest hopes here fail; 

Our cherish’d wishes idle prove ; 

Broken some tender ties bewail, 

Or falsehood in the form we love, 

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Perhaps we seek to charm an eye. 

Whose glance thrills through our tender heart; 
And lavish on thorn favors high, 

All that affection can impart. 


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The earthly idol fondly sought, 

May fLkle and inconstant be; 

And we may loci the humbling thought. 
In us they cuu no treasure see. 

We may aspire much wealth to gain, 
And toil unceasing tor the prize; 

But fickle fortune we tn vain 

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May court—foi often she u ernes. 

Honor, and power are wayward too^ 
Uncertain every earthly t ung. 

True wisdom seldom tn ;ets its due, 

To sycophants the wordlmgs cling. 

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Then cease to worship at the shrine* 

Of earthly grandeur fame or love— 
There is a purer world divine, 

Where we s.iall meet with truth above. 

There is no fickle changes there, 
Equality’s bestow’d on ail; 

Each from the same pure fountain share. 
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A SCRIPTURAL ADMONITION. 


I hear the vvorl J aloud exclaim, 

Obey the Lord’s coalman Is ! 

Yet there is one they seldom name, 
On holy record stands. 

Now yon that say so much about 
Com man 1mm ts, and the woi d ? 
Should never leave this just one out, 
Given by Christ the Lord. 

While you proclaim man must obey, 
To < r ain eternal life; 

Remember what die -’cripture’s say, 
Man must love his own wife. 

For this cause shall a man forsake, 
His father mother, all ; 

Lov! as hi nself Lis wifDo make 
This true command a call. 

The twain are one Messiah fays, 
Bound by a solemn oath; 

How sacred here th n word conveys, 
The duty of them both. 

To 1 >ve and cherish her he must, 
Clvist has commanded this; 

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A SCRIPTURAL ADMONITION 


You from the land of bliss. 

Then when you teach, and preach and pray, 
Forget not this command ! 

Lest you should break it while you say 
And look soft words so bland. 

Alt! much 1 fear the world has err’d, 

In this nnst holy tie; ~ 

Husbands and wives abroad preferr’d 
To 1 vish sympathy. 

Now let me speak the truth of Heav’n, 

To male, and female now; 

The faithless will not be forsdv’n 
Who break their marriage vow. 

How is it broke—more ways than one: 

By man and woman too, 

And on this score much mischief’s done, 
The world is fill’d,with woe. 

What docs the Scriptures say to you ? 

Ye Christian wives declare d 

You should be grave, chaste, modest too, 

All uuL.ing talk forbear. 

It grieves my heart to see my sex, 

So masculine and bold ; 

Their forward way smustall perplex, 













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Of this they should be told. 

All lovers of the truth shot 11 try, 
These errors to reform ; 

Angels at.d God watch h orn the t-ky. 
Mailt impudence with .scorn 




Yes! angels view our conduct hero, 
Watch over us for g u>j; 

Anl Go l each idle won; c a hear, 
We should not th n be mde. 

| Pause! then ye sisters, prudent be, 

I All then wid you esteem; 

God, men, and seraphs this \v;)l seo, 
Love modesty wlr n seen. 

O that the world would do the same. 
They would have others do; 

Each from the other, justice claim, 
“Why not the same pursued” 

If all would mark the golden tula, 
And keep it in their mind; 

Earth wou'd not be the stagnant pool, 
Where guilt with wrong’s combin’d. 

; Blind leaders of the blind I fear. 

Too many now bewitch; 

And frsm the sacred Book, ’ti3 clear, 

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A SCRIPTURAL ADMDNITI >N. 

They fall into (he ditch. 

Turn, turn ye self eon-/ itod saints, 

A bright ex tmple show, 

Let earth be cleans’d from sir that taints. 
Let actions good, speak too, 

Then soon the world wdl be constrain’d 
To live as Christians ' i; 

Boldness, and i npu ;• i , be tam’d 
When Christian duty’s taught. 

I do not mean that all are so, 

Too many such there art, 

Who wound the cause of Christ below. 
And Christian beauly mar. 

Awake, awake to righteousness, 

And heav’n will then rei'uce; 

The earth be fill’d with happiness, 

If all would make this choice. 

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DEATH-BED OF THE WICKED, 

Beneath yon splendid mansion’s roof, 
Where luxury is known ; 

Go there and learn the solemn truth, 

The wicked God disowns. 









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Frr there a man of sin—in woe, 

Upon the bed of death lies low. 

In dissipation, and in pride, 
fJis mne in life was spent; 

All future hope to hint’s dented, 

Too late now to repent— 

How can toe harden’d shiner pray. 
When on the Oed of death they lay. 

Olt! horrible to hear him shriek, 
la agony and pain ; 

Of coining dissolution speak, 

An 1 view his writhing frame, 

His wicked life hear him deploys 
Recount his iniquity's o’er. 

He shrinks from death, and fears to die, 
1 enaciously heelings 
To earth—to life—But death draws nigh 
Upbraiding conscience stings, 
lie grapples with the enemy 

Most shocking sight is this to see. 

lie rolls his eyes in wild dispair, 

Ghastly with dread affright; 

Bids others his dark fate beware, 

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Bids them to live aright. 

That they may shun Ins liortid doom, 

Be fitted for the openir gtemb. 

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DEATHBED <>F THR WICKED. 


Foul memory haunts his tortur’d brain. 

Remorse and anguish keen; 

His tonsil i accustom’d to profane, 

The name of the supreme. 

Dare’s not appeal, or ask for aid, 

Of Him through life ae di.sob -y’J. 

His heart wn£ harden’d, lost in sin 
Religion lie had scoff’d; 

To pray he could not now begin, 

To raise his soul aloft. 

In doing Wrong his life was spent, 
Though oft admonish'd to rep- nt. 

God’s spirit will not always strive, 
With man to turn him right; 

They may to such a pitch ar.ve, 

That God .vill loathe tueir sight, 
And give them o’er in harden’d state, 
To die a. wretched reprobate. 

Thus ; in the dying sinners cars, 
Impending fate is heard; 

To whisper dire harr issing fears, 
Forebodings fraught with dread, 

In lamentations hear him cry, 

O letxie live; I fear to die. 
Thousands, yea millions lie "’ould jgiv< 









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To be repriev’d from death; 

For yews, or months, or days to live* 

A little, longer breath. 

O for a little longer time, 

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To expiate his deeds ot crane. 

Grim death with monsters rapid stride. 
Approaches nearer s>i.l, 

"With awful dread—ail ii pe’s denied 
Dispair ins moments chill, 
lie feels Jehovah's threatening frown, 

For mercy's angel’s not come down. 

Gasping in death, with terror bought, 
lie writh’d mpam and woe; 

As though some giimp.-e beyond he caught 
Intolerable to Know, 

His pilot tin* )Ugn tae darkening gloom, 
Reveals his awful wretched doom. 

Long he had spurn’d Jehovah’s might, 
Thr. ugh life a rebel found ; 

Was oil gently day and night, 

Servant t) Satan bound. 

And as he liv'd, he died in sin, 

"Lnwuiihy neuv'n to enter jn. 

Eeware O mortals how you live, 

| And shun the sinners fate ; 

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DEATHBED OF THE W1CKRD 2liii 

Least you the Lord will not forgive, 

Death-beds may piove to late, 

When iiealth and strength to sm were giv'n. 

Will Hod receive tile dregs in ideav u. 

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tiieodoil; and clara. 

Clara, sweet girl, I knew her well, 

So youngand beautiful and fair, 

None could her slender form excel, 

None with her graceful step compare. 

Her soft expressive eyes so blue, 

Was full of tenderness and love; 

Her light brown hair so glossy too, 

By comb was fasten’d neat above. 

Let this suffice—1 need not say 
How beautiful was ufara,, here: 

In lovely innocence each day, 

She glided on from year to year. 

One evening she had rambled wliere, 

The lofty Pine tree grew so tall; 

Close to the village; they stoo 1 there. 

Still evergreen, from fall, to fall. 

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She pluckM a branch to carry home, 
Unconscious that she was observ’d; 

’ Jill one accosted her in tone, 

! o suit th it Clara was unneiv’d. 

The U t<h ha 1 crimson’d a 1 ]>• r fice, 

For w II she knew that grille voice; 

’ Fwas Theodore had c< m j to trace 
Her steps, tor she was now his choice. 

“Most fortunate sweet * 1 ira this! 

Th.at wc have tn t alon ' this time; 

For 1 would know from th^e hat is, 

If thou sweet Clara, vviit lie mine.” 

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The color faded from her di^ek, 

Pale as a liily answered she; 

V. hv b '.i 'op. -v , v ||jon seek, 

r I his union, which can never be.” 

o' pv't ] ' h ! > lar» sav not so! 

Why wilt thou, still refuse my hand; 

vou u»t inna o.y o m i p ir * < v here know, 

Thou wi’iddst. n >r longs- hearlcss stand.” 

TTnsh ’’’heodope; th s s unkind. 

For thou hast known mv p-v^n's w 11; 
Heartless! ah no! my heart is thine; 

Say. must. ; no th ir wis t tYidi 1.” 




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“Perhaps in time hey may relent, 

.And smile upon our youth ul love; 

To banish hope, they now seem oit, 

Our union, they will not approve.” 

Still Theodore kept by her side, 

’i ill they had reached her t’utliers. door; 
lleroic Iv he Ma w ,yiih piide, 

Enter d with bet the house once more. 

With dignity, and no! le mein, 

And manly firmness, proudly said, 

“Parents of C lara; you have seen 
AJy warm attachment for this maid.” 

“Will you, or will y,u not agree, 

To make us happy in this life; 

Your daughter loves none else but mo. 

Say ! shal. your daughter be toy wife.” 

She so young so v>rv v urg,” 

Replied the mother, with a frown, 

And bitter words escap’d her tongue; 

For she quite angry now In.d gro.vn. 

Put Theodore stood fi m and t»ue, 

And spoke to ( 1 ira tendeily; 

Your parents shall this harshness rue, 

Cur marriage soon thp world shall see. 

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The elder sister interfer’d, 

And pleaded for tke youthful pair) 
s ’Till f ather, Momer Loth appeal’d 
More frienul now in this uilair. 

At length tiiey finally agreed, 

Upon the happy wedding day; 
Airungements quickly niu.de with speed. 
To give their lairest cliild away. 

Kow Clara is the happy biide, 

Of Theodore, a “noble youth,” 

And still they love to walk beside, 

The pine trees where they plighted truth* 

May their attachment ever be, 

Unlading as the pine leaf here; 

When they still green its freshness see. 
In the same changeless hue appear. 


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SIGNS OF THE TIMES. 

W T hnt shall I say, e’er I conclude. 

Will 3 ou believe the Bible true; 

I wish not furtht r to intrude, 

But would some truth impress on yon» 

Survey the world minutely o’er. 













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The nations of the earth in arms; 

The worlJ is dren a 1 m human gore, 

All Europe fill’d with war s alarms. 

Earth ripe f >r v mi? • moe fill d "'fib sin, 
Will onward rush, the signs behold; 

The epocli now we see begin, 

Which Cinrst and prophets have foretold. 

One third may fill, slain by the sword 
The remnant still w 1 f>i! to give ; 

Glory to Go 1 on high—the Lord, 

Wage war with hevir-n while they live. 

The Athiest scoffV—laughs in his sleeves, 
Auni.i 11 ition is his boast; 

The soul and body he believes, 

Will crumble into dust, be losL 

Yet chance has balanc’d earth so strong, 
The worl 1 can nevermore decay; 

They time’s duration would prolong. 

And level man with beasts of prey. 

Vain mockers, woul 1 th »t you could hid© 
In deep oblivion your names; 

When this polluted earth is tried, 

As one vast furnace, fill’d with flames. 

If you would brush the mists away, 
















Clouds that obscure the eye of frith ; 
Trace prophicy fulfil.M each day, 
b.u would believe what scripture saith. 

The seasons and the times draw near, 

If aught of truth in ^Scriptures found; 
Foretold by many on ancient seer, 
Visions ut Prophets, which abound. 

When was there ever such ? time, 
Discords c .ni.noti ms, bloody war, 

A n 1 vegei uibn 1.1 g'lted tin 1, 

The rot, and worms their Virtue mar. 

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Will you incredulous be found 
£ till further set tlu.t day aside. 

Believe not t II you !i ar the s mnd, 
Terrific crashing wo 1 is divide. 

Time’s Dial points the eleventh hour 
E’er 1< ng the mi iniglit cry may come 
Fure oil within y« u lamps now pour 
And aim them bright to meet die gicom. 

II’re von mav says a Millerite, 
Enthusiast.or f malic; 

But stop, and Ft your laugh be light, 

Or say the 1 ible’s all a trick. 


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Or read one single page of theirs; 

But it the tuned Li Tory's right, 

*1 will come upon us unawares. 

Saints should put on a coat of Mail, 

Unflinching taise their standard high 
In tjiosprl armor clad j n vail, 

All hail i\ing Jesus, the war cry. 

Be valiant—fear not—firmly stand— 

Unsheath the pint’s powerful sword; 

The God of Battles will command, 

And ransom all who keep his word. 










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Yeung Adal'ne was brat tia 1 i i d fair, 

I ier artless inntat i.c« s] n t g u n. >u i enrt; 

I ,er weitlth w as n, < 1 »< ttai w h > in u re, 

Vv i.iv ii only can j uie «l pi nee .n;| ail. 

In sw^ei s m li< ily l.er mild lej t sf d, 

Unconseii us of the woe j lie! nlstl life; 

A >i\ er£>ny huti m \ t i } 11 e* j i m ti 

its blight ii i g it iio i..lfit 1 11«i) c a wife. 

i t il Ada! ne I n< w not a mt tl ei’s j« y: 

1 or she wi s « hih'lt ss, tl < a hi j | a w fp. 

( ne ol j et only i h r thoughts «in] It y; 

Alas! that lovt so j uie, should « mi in snifr; 

» c In art insn | it ii.j i to aiti th* ] 11 r, 

^ hit nil« h i <’i ess o 1 .11 j 1 1»tt w t: 

A nd she it < eiv d an o. ] h n in in i tit or, 

\» hose iailiiti s.s 11 it it 1 e.t. 1 11 jtitt iciltdf. 

0 fatal ht ur vu s ibis h i Adi line, 

*i o it at a i nth i | 1 i t i< < uh 1 11 1 letir; 

*i lit it ia istlj it tit 1 11 I tshi i uV hti.it < nlwiiic 
'i he ( »] hi ii Mil u It i It i.t ti t in s a <J<< tn. 

C Met k ii puui tt’e fr 1 m . fail! Im tr i n, 

1 lunstii 11 \t i v i >h tl } < < i m if i.t < rlrtn. 
riro - ») ; l *r< re ti e > e f? sw«i V v t i 111 ii r, 

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Calls o »( f>r vengeance, louder than this sin. 

“arutiln I; wik thou pemTt this wretch ae<uiVd’ 
To bream ; an l wim >iut breath pollute the air.’* 

\Y .101 j i.u ajiieut prt smnpiu ma thirst 
For m.scniot toul, betray,u me orphan fair. 

In rui 1 leap he j.J uigM the gt i ty mai 1 , 

*1 he w.fe. wrote.le* 1 , wreico d Aiialme!” 

Wu u agony t r t n j e, toy all betraye.l; 

Here two f it l misery ami woe is lh.it 3 . 

An I slid the wrong has f r ter, deeper went, 

The taitiil *ss Orpa .n, 10 conceal her shame: 

On fun 1 >r guilt in 1 a fgrav. ti >n bent; 

O wicked girl: —anothirs wife became. 

A 1 I h ’re ent tngl • I is m th*r one, 

Tltfj dupe of an oifhmous ai tful mai 
His puce a t I 1 ijtjiio -ss of mind un lone, 

His pure alfj t m t tin, sa tase betray’d. 

Heart brnk nt m in thy I it must be deplored, 

Cast hen^e t ie guiliy Orphan from thy ; ide, 

Wita h *r tiiy peace can nev v be restored; 

Fh >Ut 1 an a luluess be atuthere bride? 

Thi hwi of mm may bin 1 thee: but thy God 
Looivs on transgressions ol this i s id as base. 

Co get thee hence an 1 seek » new abode, 











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Where thy false wife may never see thy face. 

Then hence away, and leave her to her ‘ate, 
And her betrayer should be doom'd to di 
Her belief idiess, Adahne, too laie: 

Hath lcui'n’u o’er ids of l.fe to weep and sigh. 

- 000 -- 


THE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER. 

There was a lime when my heart was light. 

And my spirits weie buoyant as thine; 

The glance ( f mine eye, as thine was bright, 

1 ul their lustre hath failed through time. 
Youthful light once illumined those orbs 
Now dim’d, their bridiancy time absorbs. 

My jetty ringlets gran f illy curled 
For my hair was as glossy as thine; 

But alas! like the changeable world, 

My locks too, t-re altered by time 
Beautiful once would my daik curls lay, 

But time is turning my hair now gray. 

There was a time wlni my young cheek glow'd 
With crimson blush as rosy as thine; 

Smiles and flattery on me were bestow’d, 













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TA K M*»I H KR T » II HR DAIGHTLR. 

Hut iidulaiit n ciases in time. 

My once bngnt features fad'd and won, 

Are cuunged—»or tiie days of youth ate gone. 

There was a time when my voice was sweet, 
My agi.e step u as as 1 ghl as thine, 

My meiriment—echo would repeat, 

But now even mirth is sobered by time. 

^ oulti’s elasticity nov is tied; 

r l'he autumn frosts ate bleaching my head. 

M 

When pride or flattery reaches thy heart, 

W ih thou ei er.slt this lesson of mine; 

Charms, wuich thy beauty an l youtn impart, 
Shall be changed by the finger of time. 

Once thy mother was cheerful and gay. 

Thou too, like her shall be changed and gray. 

Listen my child; learn wisdom in youth, 

Let tue adornment of mind be thine; 

Naught can impair the brightness of truth. 

’ i is a blossom that’s fadeless through time. 
Features may change, freshness of youth 
Dawns on the mind devoted to truth. 

When the enchantment of you h hath fled, 
Thy intellectual beauty my shine; 

Thy virtue celestial charms may shed, 

Hallo thy memory through eta 1 ss time. 
r J he charms of the mind may captivate, 







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'1 he admiration ( f all cietite. 

Daughter, see lire this m*ed < f aj | latise, 

A legac\ Dave of gt oilnrss—ihhie; 
i eek to excel in the holy cause. 

Of thy bedeemer, while here in time, 

I Mirall' l iveliness thine .shall he, 

A brilliant gen* m . temdy 

A chaplet of flowers thy brow shall wreath, 
Fadeless boquets thy t< tnj 1 s . mwine, 

'1 o til) memory the wml i shell In q> ealh 
Garlands that cannot w.tir r tint Ugn time, 
Virtue and goodness < m.iim d< c« y, 

'i h y will adorn the head that is grtiy. 

Kneel at the shrine of virtue my child, 

I f the in ense of innocence to tie,- 
Daughter of He..v n tin u um)« si be - yleil, 
I rincess in cloiy. tlirougu ender-s ii ne. 
'lb* thou ranston!) my did — (bed te) 
By d >tng the u ib of *. A c«v-;n—rece.ve. 









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ID J VIS, THE VOLUNTEER. 

/min ' ih» tro »ps w i ► went *o Mexico, 

In j »est <*f w udu, i>n I imii.ir, an 1 renown; 

Oue coil’d dni.s Voluuoier’d to jjo, 

‘*A yout.i w»o liv; I wuiui a little town ” 

Cnvar 1 he w mt: hi ;h hopes his bosom fill’d, 
lie sougut f -r dee is ol' v dor in the fi dd; 

The love of Lh v.d.y, h id deep iustid d, 

A wuri.k ; Spirit in u.s breas* reveal’a. 

lie g tin’ 1 ilie sunny plains of Mexico; 

W hose cii.nun.i Mlt.iy; soon brought on disease, 
Ear from ins none in sickness he lay low; 

In grief, lie now ms situation sees. 

He thought of Mother, home un 1 comfort there, 
Which, here, were all den ed the \ olunte.tr, 

He thong it of ynthia, too. a maiden fair, 

For th j y were plighted, and he lov’d her dear. 

Remorse began to prey upon his mind, 

He long'd to leave the plains so eager sought. 

No eh irm lie f »un 1. to capt.vate or bind 

liitn there; fort yntbia’s image fid : d each thought. 

He look’d so wan, and pale and woe-begone, 
r l h *y soon dismiss’d hail from the ranks of war; 

An . homeward now he trudg’d his way alone, 

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To leave behind, those scenes of strife afar. 

Idis heart had sicken’d at the bloody sight, 

Of horrid mangled bodies it aped aroumf; 

For man wila man engaged i i deadly ti 0 ht, 

Is s gilt too horrid; ever to be found. 

Like fiends lie saw them msh to slay and kill, 

\\ i ii eye-balls glaring fierce upon tae foe; 

Above the deafening roar oi cannon, still 

Lie heard th.* groans of those woo’d fallen low. i 

1 

How shocking to humanity to see, 

Brother, spill brother’s nlood to drench the soil; 

And call that ‘‘glory,” which is "crueity.” 

Appalling to look on; for fane or sp.».. j 

. 

So thought Idonis; and he hurried home 

Hope gave him stieng'h to reach his native place; 

INo 1 tnger di 1 lie wish foi fame to roam, 

Glory he saw unmask d, and murder tiac’d. 

He sigh’d not for the warm and Orange land, 
"Where Mexicans, have coin'd the precious gold; . 
With ail its brilliant scenes, so rich and grand, 

Er tiee him not; lest war lie might behold. 


Idonis was not cowardly, or mean, 

He could have brav’d invasion’s direst foim, 
Had foreign powers, upon our soil been seen, 









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XV 

He bravely would have stood ; the foe to storm. 

But all! how difFerent was this 1 i ! judged war,” 
H-“t*e brother sought to take Iks brother's tile; 

To wio a glorious name and lands afar, 

Had nation's m.ogled in tins deadly strife. 

But horn? is gxin’d, and Cynthia once more seen 
Fni i ’onfr ist 'd w til the '•amdierii molds.; 

To him still more enchanting now she seems, 

An l love instead of war nu Uean invades. 

Her-, to be brief. Idonis Cynthia wed, 

A i I ea *.li rej >i -e in peace to spen 1 their days; 

Ad tooughts of winning glory’s wre th have lied. 
For happiness, a brighter charm displays. 









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A . >1 :,J. 

Header. when you this ppnise, 

\V til you not the fs -el ehoos^ ; 

o u wit i in • t ■> n 
Alhtj !|S 1(1 ill-* (-11 
\\ no wi I s.i-Mi n iory «t me, 
ivvei I is. i i s k» i r. 

Here II p ti j or.- i i lieu, 

'i IU.stlO'4 y U wdl d 0 -o | UK'-U *. 

Cle-tu w:> u truth you m y pi- < hip, 
"YV till ao e lnip.i.ii i pure, 

v 

L ho »se the v. iii't.iLiitii i o-l — 
If you .v >rs..i t > -i.ii m teed, 

Joyfai tii iy vo i oil>v u t speed, 

* e-r ii • - g l I' uJ 
Ten lerlv i’d bid a I eu, 

1 eaee and v.ruie dwell with j op. 

When you read t -is litt pink, 
Will you not vv.tii pleasure look, 
On io.ti * elifti tsii d page, 
Think of her wnos.ts alone* 

’i o tue world almost unknown, 
in an net nutate, 

Time is hastening li lends adieu; 
header a.l oe jt y will. )i.U 








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Pape 

The Author’s ’ntmdnrtory Address to the Header, 

'i he Savior’s Eirtli, ------ 

I ue . i.gm iViiiiy, - 

Christ’s i,nptisin, ------ 

Christ’s a emptation. ------ 

Cnrist s eititiMi on the Mount, - 
i lie ctViyer of Jesus, ----- 

‘-/hrist’s a layer on iVjount Clives, - 
i lie Crucifixion; ------ 

1 omit lit n loll, ------ 

i lie resurrection, ------ 

i‘.ie Ascension, 

Chri u s *-ei ond Coming, ----- 

inscription 01 the i ndy City, - 
i he ooripiure Language, • 

Lines on toe Leuili of Jonathan C. Fiice, 

An Acrostic, ------- 

jL iii. s " ruien on the Death of 1 wo infant Lons, 
i he v. hristiun’s Leath, - - - - - 

Anthem, ------- 

Prayer,. 

is tuerc no Balm in Gilead, - 
Death and the Louse of JVJoun.ing; - 
t irst Day L . veiling Uellectii ns, - 
» he a an lily Tabernacle, - 
Hymn, - -- -- -- - 

nv.icatiou to the Deity, - - - - 

Tae iVIind, ------- 

fclanzt. -------- 

fcprmkling, ------- 

V\ linen on Creeds, - - - .- - 

IS’oah’s Ark,.’ - 

W riiten after hearing a Fetiiim was got up to ) 
Abolish Capital r unishment, { 

S nnza, -------- 

To my Father and Mother-in-'- aw, 


f> 
h 
10 
I 1 
1-2 
15 
18 
10 
*22 
20 
2‘J 
31 
33 
38 

41 

42 

44 

45 
47 
40 
51 
53 
55 

57 

58 
50 
02 
03 
04 
00 
00 
71 

75 

77 

78 













11. 


INDEX. 

To my Father, - _ . 

'i he .wuiiK'i s x_ove t - 

dm .I’cui v^ocy t ».ur Parents, . 
i kii&ui’tia oi me » oor, - 
&>Um£u h r»iUn lor Airs. C. S., . 

ll,ul b jC o».».ci ui ..u.er ...mis its Own eward, 
Auuioitiiii.ii . or i art ills, - 

10‘_tl lall.illS, . 

i lie ». * iiace, - 

bohtudc, 

dialogue between t luru and Clara, - 
i lie ..cw minir, - 

bur . list. atciits in the Garden of Lden, 

i ne j. uriiiig . mei v.ew, - 

Avarice, - 

AuAcrus;i\ - 

x lie . iuni r’s Daughter, - 

Ca&mUa ..uiseu tioiii uie Head, - 

AuV.la.ty.. 

x o A i riend, - 

i lie x Ityaii ian, - - . 

c a me 

»n ilKiiine, ...... 

Pnde, ........ 

OluiiZiU| •••••** 

beau.y, ..... - - 

.ntmijjerunce, - - - f - 

i ne i uinnn^ Man, - • » 

1 he Kich Aiun, ------ 

Alai rummy. - 

neleu's Address to Her Husband, 

1 he Mil.mer, - . 

o ong, -------- 

Creation. ------- 

CoiijUg..! F» licity,. 

A uonor s k onK quy, ..... 


80 

hi 

ho 

ho 

87 

bd 

in) 

1)3 

04 

do 

97 

mo 

10-4 

lOo 

HU 

110 

111 
1i3 

no 

in 

llh 

no 

Ui 

Vl’i 

l*x4 

1:.5 

ldG 

li.b 

i:o 

13-2 

134 

130 

»3H 

MO 

14*2 

144 











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1 ND! X. 


* ines on the (* lor «-f i )«s, . 

Ait liiUila l.» 
tai z«, 

tui zu. . . • • • ... 

^tanz*, 

^laiizu, ,..•••• 
t.UZil ...••••• 
tJuimig**, . ' 

«*m . . 

The Talent, ....... 

J o i reut tiers, ...... 

iVajHil t»ii b • «I »y, • 

Holiness w tw 1 1 w.».t h no R.t mm ^cetheLcrJ, 
’1 he L-orii’a i uy autrrmo^, .... 

V\ ho lb o \ * * *•»' l j • • • • 

\\ rati o «i. in ei i g A ib ft.. I 11 1 Us had 1 1 st ) 
her ye b j^hi, . ... • ) 

Fancj s ; k t» h, 
li * ill VtU lib, • - 

fyiouem t fhUls, - 
the hyptnie, - 

r i he l hits tan, - 

'i ime,. 

'I he » esti na tu v ill » a mi die t tit ci 1 ime, 
lb til I zus, - 

5 titrzas, - 

A i.cuj.toral A«'nu niti« n, - 
Learh Ltd ot »l>e nktd, 

‘1 heodort anu «. iaia, - 
l l£LS t i ti.e .L » s, 

Ailtil ne. ----- 

'1 he tV.tiiher to h» r I i u^hur, - 

Idoms. 'i he \ iltoutt, - 

Adieu, - - - -- -- - 


140 

150 
l ho 

154 

155 
157 
Hi) 
lt.5 
1L3 
lc4 
It 5 
u,h 
171 
175 

174 

177 
17 5 
1M 
lh4 
Ihti 
lh8 
150 
105 
11)4 
ii)u 

151) 

503 

50b 

510 

515 

515 

510 








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27 


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C no 'uu at less 

4) 


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bene.tm t ie ground and-.0 

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47 


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a ijjjiy h.iii.l 

5d 

4 

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4 » 

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7vi 

fc ii 

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4 • 

las ipmi*, not risciple 

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rea 1 iii'i'll, iioi mual 

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hj 

4 

4 

44 

t i “ivoii 

brt 


4 

** 

ov i image in memory 

yu 

4 

** 

4 . 

iia k, oi ,iidck 

yj 


J 

4 * 

il.nO ligers 

y.i 

1 

i 

** 

<iec y, not decay 

yj 

(i 


U 

W.l.l tile 1 lest not biest 

102 

4 1 

W 

4 

4 4 

i o ofn n not c o 


:> 

,i 

A • 

Courting favours 

103 

4 

♦ > 

44 

I' (it s« It’ instead » f se’.l j 

104 

»> 

4 <> 

«• 

p u*t • ive. not parti ra 

*4 

3 

1 

4 4 

l nit. not fruits 

10J 

2 

• r 

4> 

• 4 

wiiii a chain, noi chains 

1,0 


4 

44 

be ii s happy guide 

lib 

1 

i 

4 * 

uppieei ae 4. hysicien 

nil 

o 

(U 

*.4 

44 

s.b who , ver l.ved before 

1 <io 

4 > 

a> 

** 

4% 

t onieiued not tormented 

127 

4 

4 

• 1 

k nd.y veiy j l tin, not yet 

134 

3 

4 

i« 

sat beside me, not before me 

i3b 

4> 

«w 

3 

14 

the victors crown, not 
victory 

141 

O 

n! 

3 

II 

nature provides, not provided 

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ii. 


ERRATA 


141 

3 

2 

II 

117 


18 

41 

15 !) 


11 

II 

170 

3 

4 

II 


man, instead of men 
light, not i .ights 
seem, not seen 
agony not agonies 


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